Poem

8 years old
And already fighting for my soul
Scared inside but I couldn’t let go
Every night having to stay up
Waiting and waiting until he knocked on that door
I couldn’t say no, or he would die on his own
My mom far away
Where I couldn’t call her name
Who could I go to, so I can get away
I’m there with my sisters, with no way to escape
Praying and crying so he could change
But I guess my prayers weren’t strong
Because he’s still stumbling down the hall.