Do you like my DARK poem?

She was born on accident


On another drunken night that went wrong.


She brushes back her long hair


And sits in complete, tormenting silence.





Shouts tear into the quiet;


From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.


Itching at her purple arms


She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.





She unties her worn out shoes;


They've grown too small for her growing body.


She fixes her old, red shirt


That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.





Scratching at cigarette burns,


She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.


Tugging at her father's pants,


She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.





His hand smacks across her face


And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.


She quickly runs back upstairs,


And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.





She was born on accident


On another drunken night that went wrong.


She brushes back her long hair


And cries herself to sleep on this average day.

Do you like my DARK poem?
thats deep and i like it
Reply:I think it's very good actually. Nice imagery.. makes a nice change from the usual introspective 'deep and meaningful, pain inside' rubbish that people normally put on here.





Well done... it's not bad at all.





I'm guessing that born ' on ' accident is just a play on words???
Reply:Well their is a message but the grmmar is wrog. Born on accident. It's born by accident.
Reply:tells the story of some poor lives out their, and really touches the heart. good.
Reply:I like it because it has meaning but I agree with the grammar issue.



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