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