For Nate 'The Great'
Singing
With tears
In your eyes
As you stared at me
With the most caring gaze.
Your childhood
Sung in sweet lyrics,
They lingered in my ears
As my throat began to tighten
With sadness.
What's that, dear?
Your parents beat you?
Never a word spoken
To anyone?
It made you a better man?
No dear,
It caused horrid memories.
Your father
Brought you to a bar
And let his friends beat you
With bottles?
My dear
Sweet Nate,
Keep singing.
Your mother
Was addicted to drugs
And violence?
What ever happened
To her?
She's buried six feet under?
What about your father?
Prison
With the other abusive men?
Scars
Dug deep
In your skin
Jump to my sight
As I quietly whimper
With your soft voice.
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