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Author: Kenny's Goodness
Title: Abuse
Type of Work: poem
Source: CMv1 #28

Copyright 2002 Kenny's Goodness

He’s there…he’s there…
I can smell him in the air,
I can see him all around,
From the sky down to the ground.

Oh the fear…oh the fear…
It feels so very near,
The utmost, frightful, dread,
Is now flying through my head.

The door…the door…
It opens from the floor,
The silhouette is here,
The cause of all my fear.

How I shake…how I shake…
I feel my sad heart ache.
I moan and start to cry,
As my spirit slowly dies.

Then he’s gone…then he’s gone…
Staggers out onto the lawn,
Leaving me in there to die,
Leaving my broken self to cry.