A Childhood Home Less Cherished
I stood across from the small dilapidated
house and let the memories crash into my soul
The dark nights alone, the beatings from the cold hand of hate.
Such was the fate of my formative years
Spent in bruises and tears, for year after year
Carrying this ungodly fear
The dark cloud overhead seemed quite
fitting
And from where I'm now sitting
The memory of ear splitting screams
Induced my tears to streams
I guess a happy childhood for me
Was just a wasted dream
Now all that's left is dreams of the monsters breath
Giving me no rest, daily expecting an untimely death
This house of pain, left a lasting stain
And the reasons life was mayhem
Is now very plain
But a loving God and time
has restored my peace again
I have forgiven years of heartaches
though the monster never changed
And through a loving God in heaven
I will have that happy home sone day.
Written Sept.5 2015
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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