The Boy With The Broken Head

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How are you stepdad?

I’m not so well.

That beating you gave me yesterday hurts.

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You ripped out my chest,

As you smiled with glee.

You said I was safe,

But it’s too much for me.

Don’t worry in the morning,

Don’t worry that I’m dead.

I gave my final warning,

While you were smashing in my head.

I’m running off tonight dad,

Headed off for Spain.

I know you’re mad, I know it’s bad,

So I’m escaping from the pain.

I was only just stepping out the door,

When I realised you were awake.

Then you knocked me back to the floor,

And then I started to shake.

We used to have such fun you know,

Back when you didn’t drink.

But now you’re angry, and blow after blow,

Is sending me closer to the brink.

Madness never sounded good,

I thought I loved life too much.

But now I can feel the trickling blood,

And I’m only sane by a touch.

Teacher once asked me if I was okay,

I smiled and answered yes.

Hurting too much from that beating yesterday,

To tell him what was amiss.

I don’t think he believed it,

I wouldn’t believe it myself.

But my broken arm’s just starting to knit,

I’m definitely in bad health.

He found out a little later though,

When he saw the bruises in P.E.

Every one of your crippling blows,

Was just more evidence for me.

Perhaps he was a little late,

As my head is rather twisted.

I have a feeling that at this rate,

It’s at the madhouse I’ll be listed.

But now at last I’m happy,

As I’m staring at the ceiling.

The doctors here will never hit me,

They’ll never send me reeling.

But now I can’t stay awake long,

I can’t feel anything below my neck.

They told me that my mind’s all wrong,

And my body’s just a wreck.

You took my mind and started to bend,

And now’s it’s your fault I’m dead.

The doctors asked, ‘who could ever mend,

A boy with a broken head?’

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I wrote this maybe a year ago. I've given it a few tweaks, but on the whole, I don't think it's too bad. (readers immediately prepare themselves for a furious rant about how much they hated it.)

I mostly love this piece because it was one of the first poems I did that actually seemed to be halfway decent, and because of the last verse. Well, last two verses really. But whatever.

Anyway, enjoy.

- Isilthrar