CHILDHOOD DAYS.

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Ceili spent her childhood in this room
And stood at this window looking out;
But no one heard her cries or heard her shout
When things got bad and he got rough,

And mother said, enough, enough;
But she is dead now and he has fled
To some dark place far away
Where he can stay. Ceili lived

Her lonely childhood here
And on this bed she used to sleep
Waiting for that creep
To touchy feel and make her ill

And tell his tales, but no one
Heard her cries or softly weep,
Things like that just keep
And stay and don’t go away

Like uninvited guests that lounge
And gaze and spend their days
Pointing out his evil ways
Again and again like pouring of rain.

Ceili spent her childhood on this floor
Staring at the door waiting for him
To paw and shout and hit her about
And no one knew, for no one came,

And who to blame, but him and her
And any other like her mother
Who only said enough enough
When things got rough,

But that was never enough
Not now, not then, for men like him
Who ride the tide of lustful seas

Comments (2)

Posted by Roadkill315 03-27-2008 03:44,   ... Well, parents, adults aren't always role models and sometimes worse. Good read, Sad indeed.   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by lorislittlesecret 03-27-2008 12:06,   ... People like this need to have a special place in hell. Great writing   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...

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