When Will It End Poem by Chris jones

I try to avoid his stare,
Im shaking like a leaf,
I held tightly to my bear,
I hear him mumble you little thief.

He grabs me by the hair,
Please...Daddy let me go,
He glanced at me with that evil stare,
At that point i knew he had bin drinking with uncle Joe.

I watched him place a belt on the kitchen table,
He shouted at me saying it's all my fault,
I think my Daddys a little unstable,
I think what he does in grown-up talk is called assault, .

After sevral lashes with the belt my Daddy breaks down in tears,
Why does my Daddy leave me so bruised,
For now i see him in the corner with many beers,
So now i sit here with my bear...wondering when i will next be abused!


(This was written after watching a child abuse advert)