Sliver Man Poem by Jackie Thielman

The sliver man shivers as he stands,
And crying children cling together.
His torture might only be a game,
But he says we are all the same.
Where am I, I don’t know, sliver man.

The sliver man singles me out
Controlling is what he dose best
I’m weary where he might lurk next.
He abused me with only a smirk.
Who am I, I don’t know, sliver man.

The sliver man strikes again,
This time more intense
He leaves me paralyzed on the ground,
And he warms up for another round.
What am I, I don’t know, sliver man.

Sliver man has won his game,
He’ll be in my memory all the way,
Sliver man is here to stay!