Very Bad Poetry

Sunbeams Home in Buckner Orphans Home corp.
Time not far removed from now but a lifetime ago.
My little brother, my little sisters in fear.
Some of who lie in unmarked graves some alive yet die everyday.
At six years I got sick my head hurt so bad.
Our house mother got tired of me crying.
Locked me in a bathroom two days long when finally my night came.
Scared crying sleeping tween toilet bowl the wall far as I could cringe.
My head the belt my screams please.
I saw a angel,, no it's her,, oh no please I'll be good.
Please don't hit me,, please I'll be good.
Crack of window light window so high.
She opens the door,, was so sick,, I cry.
Shut up! She screamed so loud.
I can't take your crying!
To damn many kids!
She is going to shut me in again.
I cry run for the door smashing my fingers.
Scream, I scream, I scream.
Cry, I lay on the floor I cry.
I cry, I cry.
I'll cry no more.
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bobby

note; this is a portion of my quatrain.
Further particulars under the same title.
I was raised at Buckners.
Wrong place right time.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: