Wilt Poem by Owen Bittner
Wilt
Speak and get head thumped
Try to hide the lumps
Bruises spotted, ignored
just apathetic chumps
Broken arm, fractured sternum
“Hurts me more…” sermon
Protector becomes abuser
me a needful burden
Apologize for misbehaving
Awkwardness raving
Guilty of being a kid
only love craving
Drunken rage, assume his guilt
Fists knock me off tilt
I internalize his rage
Life wilts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/28/2024 6:48:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
