Fond Memories

He raised the belt And lashed That raised a welt Angry and stinging I backed away In fear This he sensed Amid my tears Advanced Raised again CRACK! Intense hurt Always the legs Demented eyes Spittle on lips He whipped again I curled, into A ball Burning pain Burns my hips I try to reason Placate Beg, Beseech. No good, No damn good! He must exhaust His fury upon His seed How his own Father must’ve hurt Him, and Now I Must suffer for His own pain He stops, Pants, Leaves the room, While I whimper. Tears, snot Run down my face I ask God For the thousandth Time, give me A better Dad To have my Mother back I want to Be hugged, To be loved Like he Never was.....