I Imagined Him As a Child
I imagined him as a child
Instead of the mangled brow,
a face twisted in anger,
I saw the innocence of the child,
somewhere inside
I thought of the bruises he endured
and the pain,
that grew within, as he grew
and I thought of my pain
by his hand
A cycle repeated
Forgiveness,
the only thing to end my pain
to quell the anger,
to break the cycle,
I imagined him as a child
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment