Carl Fraser Poet Free verse

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

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Skat A October 22, 2015 at 1:20 PM Hi Carl, Congratulations on "A child's first home WIN." **SKAT**

September 20, 2015 at 5:21 PM This is a pretty dark poem. You never talked to me about these times in your life. Best forgotten sweet Carl. Look toward the light with me!

Deepak Chalise September 16, 2015 at 12:11 PM vivid picture of sorrowful childhood is beautifully presented.Most of the common folks lives pass like that' I loved : I have forgiven years of heartaches though the monster never changed.