Gone

She runs away... that’s it... kind of sad... I love sad poems... just because I love to write them... no I’m not emo... or goth... not even a prep... just somewhere in between lol
She sits quietly
Awaiting her fate
Listening to her parents fight
Is the reason she is scared

Now every night
Her father is drunk
She cries silently
While he beats her

Then one night
Bruised and bleeding
She makes up her mind
And swiftly gets ready

Tears roll down her face
Her hands are trembling
And by morning light
She is gone

By Naomi Livowski
Published: 12/14/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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