"Dikt"

  • Dato 09.des.2010 // Klokkeslett 08:16// Følg meg bloglovin

Vel, jeg vet ikke om jeg kan kalle dette... jo, det er vel et dikt? Omg, blondie. Uansett, dette diktet synes jeg er trist, men samtidig ganske... ja, jeg vet ikke... følsomt?

My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

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Mystisk Fyr :O

09.des.2010 kl.17:31

Nope, Har aldri hørt det diktet før..

Hellinani

12.des.2010 kl.11:13

Ojojojojoj Vil ikkje ha den faren!!

Ine

12.des.2010 kl.12:13

Haha, må nok si meg enig med deg, Nina. x']
Har she hørt d før, men d va sykt trist! stakkar onge...

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