Aching, breaking, feeling old
Shivering, quivering from the biting cold
Waiting for the envelope to unfold
Revealing the story I do not want told
Thank you, Daddy, for the tolerance for pain
Working blindly, seeing no gain
Daily rituals trying to remove the stain
Dead person walking, crying in the rain
What your eyes have seen, I shudder to think
I once believed your heart went down the sink
Your daddy beat you until you were pink
The horror you have seen, no wonder you drink
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Wow, this poem is really deep. I feel like I can really relate to what it says - although that's probably not a good thing.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I'm not sure if you remember me or not, but I'm back from my blog break :)