One of the dark secrets a child grows up with. Mine.
Born in June
Grew up too soon
Caressed and loved,
Until the night.
Tried to run
Yet not too strong
As tiny shoulders bent
In searing pain
Stinging in tears,
Until the drunk
Laid on the floor
Sleeping his anger away.
The boy grew
Into a gentle man,
Loved and held
In arms so kind.
The father's anger
Finally passed away
Tormented until
His funeral day.
Buried his hate,
And walked away
No more fear,
Or verbal stabs.
Awoke one day,
Smiles on my face
And finally discoverd
The man I came to be.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-06-10 at 21:53
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Somebody Had To Be Me...
Born in June
Grew up too soon
Caressed and loved,
Until the night.
Tried to run
Yet not too strong
As tiny shoulders bent
In searing pain
Stinging in tears,
Until the drunk
Laid on the floor
Sleeping his anger away.
The boy grew
Into a gentle man,
Loved and held
In arms so kind.
The father's anger
Finally passed away
Tormented until
His funeral day.
Buried his hate,
And walked away
No more fear,
Or verbal stabs.
Awoke one day,
Smiles on my face
And finally discoverd
The man I came to be.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 576 times
Written on 2006-06-10 at 21:53
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