I Remember
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I've never faced death, but I remember...
The way my father was when he came home,
the many times my mother cried alone.
And the anger that haunted him at night,
taunting a soldier looking for a fight.
I remember a man drunk on rage
and the abuse suffered at a young age.
I've never seen war, but I remember...
Nightmares fueling drunken slurs and screams
from atrocities committed in dreams.
The sad plight of a man hitting his boy,
letting his temper strip his life of joy.
I remember every battle he fought,
played out amidst the pain each beating brought.
I've never felt loved, but I remember...
Feelings garnered from the lives of others
where dads loved their children and their mothers.
Labeled a burden, all of my dreams died,
branded useless, no matter how I tried.
I remember cursing my day of birth,
conceived in love, yet deemed of little worth.
I try to forget, but I remember...
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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