A Child’s view of an abusive father as she withdraws into herself.
So tall is he the monster man
I run as far as I can
Can he reach under the chair?
Will he see that I am there.
All I see is the colour red
Am I alive or maybe dead
Noise and screaming in my ears
Adds to the terror feeds my fears
And so I learn to retreat
To live on a different street
A place that no one knows
A place where no one goes.
When it’s safe and the red has gone
I may come out for life goes on.
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