Fractured Youth
my fathers hands so worked and worn
a child of three my life was torn
my child eyes watch you endure the pain
when you left it never was the same
drunken nights i watched and cryed,fear for you so deep inside
lost and little i felt your pain, trust and hope id never regain
impaled with fear and scared for life
you cut my heart with all your strife
older now i understand , life dealt you a bitter hand
day by day i watched you suffer, all the pain i could not muster
young and lost my heart was dead, fatherly words you never said
even though my childhood was scorned, i love you father for you are mourned
i think of all your drunken night's, barroom brawls and family fights
till cancer came and scared your brain,i watched you suffer and went insane
i write this ode on a tear stained page,i felt your hurt as much as rage
my wounds are healing as time slips by, i stare at your grave and just ask why.
Copyright © Vincent Gicola | Year Posted 2011
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