Mama, don't send me up the dark stairs alone You tell me since I've been bad something horrid will get me As I walk up the stairs I hysterically cry and moan The upstairs terrifies me, you see. This big old house I bet is a hundred years old No telling how many imprints of evil were left here The upstairs is so dark, damp, and cold Spank me mama, but don't send me up here. I fear the evil man you said would get me Don't you realize this will affect me the rest of my life? Don't you care how I will grow up to be? Not caring this would cause me such strife? The darkness here feels like it is smothering me I feel the pressure of the dark and it's hard to breath I would rather take a beating than be up here, see Oh, how I wish from this awful place I could leave. So here I sit all alone imagining my worst fears As a child this place I would have gladly defied As an adult though I must dry my tears But I will always remember this place that used to make me cry.
Wow...this is so terribly sad but nicely written. It conveys the terror and pain well. It's so sad that we have to go through such horrible experiences to produce such beautiful poetry. I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing... btw, I'm new around here...nice to "meet" you.
