Rohan Moran Poet I do not know?

A Stepmothers Love

Hug him,
Comfort him,
Nurture him,
Her guise a sweet yet cunning ruse.

Break him,
Twist him,
Ruin him,
She was my fathers own to choose.

Hold him,
Calm him,
Kiss him,
A joyless game to play.

Drown him,
Choke him,
Smother him,
I almost died that day.

Breath taking,
Promise making,
Seraphim,
Two minds two worlds apart,

Soul faking,
Heart raking,
Psychopath,
I saw this from the start..

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Connie Marcum Wong May 23, 2016 at 4:47 AM Wow Rohan...this is a top winner for me! It is chilling because of the truth it contains. A child should never have to live with this kind of fear and horror. You outdid yourself on this one and I am faving it! Congratulations on your win. #7 ; ) Rohan Moran May 23, 2016 at 5:00 AM Thank you for that Connie and for your support, i like to think i have moved past it, but some memories just stick with you.

Brian Davey May 23, 2016 at 2:13 AM Congratulations on your placement in my contest! The style and fast paced way you worded this poem went perfect for the disorder of split personalities Rohan Moran May 23, 2016 at 4:16 AM Thank you! Really pleased you liked it, needed to process some life events, poetry seemed a good call.