Speechless


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three
Did you know?Explore Trending and Topic pages for more stories like this.

Our dads always mad
He screams and he yells
I don’t think he likes us
It's Easy to tell

Mums only kind
When dads not around
And when he is home
She hardly makes a sound

Mums always out,
Never home
Dads always drunk,
And always alone

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys
We run and hide
We run and plea

We find a place
And curl up tight
I hold her hand
And she holds mine

And soon enough
Dad then walks in
Don’t make a sound, don’t say a word
I pray inside, deep within

But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much
"O-God" she yells
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more
And with one last hit
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches

She takes one last Gasp of air
Our hands still holding
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle

I stare at him
My eyes so blue
He looks at me
And yells "O you!"

"How dare you
Make me so mad
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha
My sister is Leigh
I am six
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her
My best friend
She was my world

We stuck together
Through thick and thin
But now she’s gone
I’m lost within

When I was six my sister three
My Daddy murdered Leigh
Since that day I have not spoke
For it's speaking that made her die.

-Kyra Lee
161 Like 19 Dislike
Previous poetry Next poetry
Other poetry

Life
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of

Losing Touch

 

 It was about friendship

Changing perceptions, losing touch

M

Rishtey mare nahi jate

Faasle Badhne Se Rishte Mar To Nahi Jaate...

Par Sach To Yeh Hai Ke Kuch Baaki Rehta Bhi

Friend
Friend

You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

My Life....

All of my life

I was living in a lie.

It seems that my childhood

has flow

The Horse Ride

Taking a romantic ride today,

We sat upon the wagon.

Suddenly the horse lifted hi

Save Me
You can't stop it
I'm going to die
Too young
Too wise
No freedom
No speech
Without

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

A Child Finding A Worm

A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of sw

aisa bharatvarsh banayein

Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,

Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.

Bharat Ke Bhar

Sign up to write
Sign up now to share your poetry.
Login   |   Register
Follow Us
Indyaspeak @ Facebook Indyaspeak @ Twitter Indyaspeak @ Pinterest RSS



Play Free Quiz and Win Cash