this was part of my life ,who i was and who i am today ,some times weak ,but makes me try to fight this life

no xscape

go to sleep,i try once more ,before you hear the creek in the door ,
and hear the foot steps creeping towards you ,saying i come to pertect you,when i really knew the score,tonight was my night to be abused once more ,and the beating ment nothing ,telling me to stay quite for the night ,bent over in pain and ashamed knowing i could not say there name ,it was not in the game ,,,,,

Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2017-10-27 at 17:00

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, dear, dee, Kathy specks for all of us, who read your works. Know you are not alown, we are THINKING out you, dee.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetry, as art expression, reveals and speaks of the poet's soul but also opens the door for the reader to find their own revelations in order to find empathy or sympathy. After reading this particular poem, I read all you have posted here. I find them all to be your voice sharing such pain in the darkness while you empower yourself again and again. I understand and applaud you in your cathartic journey. Your heart, soul, body belong to you and you are strong in your discovery, recovery, of what belongs to you! Well done!