Final Solution
This child cannot go on
the abuse from an arm so strong
there’s nothing verbal about this
only the pain from everything so wrong.
How does one measure happy
how wide does the smile have to be
there’s nothing in her life but darkness
his ray of sunlight is that the key?
He kisses her goodbye in the mornings
a decent job an executive on the top floor
but it is the nights that fashion his illusions
he says coming home to his little whore.
He stops off at the local bar
everyone knows he cannot cope
staggers home full of alcohol
crosses himself in the hall to the pope.
This child cannot go on
the abuse from an arm so strong
she pleads every night for forgiveness
for being born hanging around too long.
There is a path she’s read about
of peace to the body and mind
goodbye to you my father she says
i’m sorry for being so blind.
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2017
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