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.....
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