Childhood’s End

Poetry isn’t just an expression for love, sensuality and passion. Poetry can also express the hidden pain and trauma hidden; that is what I call Raw Poetry. Such type of poetry isn’t always easy to read as it forces us to confront the ugliness that exists around us; most would rather not look at the monster straight up, but for those who have felt pain and experienced horror, this type of poetry is a form of release which is very much needed to be able to heal those parts which may still “bleed” every once in a while.

Rough copy…still trying to decide on the title, if you have any suggestions please let me know.

I wish I could disappear 
I wish I could erase my name
I wish I could melt like snow on the ground
I am but five years old, yet I feel old

My eyes are swollen
I have no tears left to cry
My body hurts from the beating last night

I must be stupid
I must be bad
Why else would she be angry?
I would like to be better
I can try harder, I know I can

I wish I was as ugly as a monster
I wish I was the one who died
Maybe then laying lifeless in her arms
Maybe then I would feel her hugs

I should not speak
I must do no wrong
I must be good or she will lock me up
I am always alone yet I must smile

Darkness is my company as the hours go by
Lost in my world trying not to go mad
I will try to be good
If she hits me, let it be just once

Do not make a noise
My bedroom doors open
I cannot cry for her to help
She will not come

He is here one more time
What does he want this time?
But my soul already knows
What my mind fights

I can smell the cheap alcohol
He screams around
A thunderous sound
I try to hide
I feel so scare
And I begin to cry

He finds me crying
The insults start to come
He says I deserve this
It is all my fault
Then he starts to hit me 
As if I were nothing but a wall

I start to scream
I try to run
But my body hurts
My bones give in and I fall

I must try to stand
I hear only the echo of his words
I cannot understand them anymore
I wish I could ran to dad

His friend rushes in
They both spit and laugh
"forgive me" I scream
Too late, they have begun

First the blows
Then the humiliations
I am really hurting
I ask God for mercy
Finally, the end has come

As they walk to the door
I lay on the cold ground
I feel barely alive
I think I'm between worlds...
I am but five years old

Through their merciless actions 
They have stolen my life
I am five years old...
And on this night I died.

-Sofia E. Falcone-

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By Sofia Falcone

I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!

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