My Father Lost
I met a man
when I was young,
from a mental asylum
he did come,
one day he appeared
with a cuddly toy sheep
lost in my closet,
I did not seek,
when I was older he
told me a story
he spoke the profound
stored dark in his memory
he told a doctor
his private thoughts
he believed he was
homosexual of sorts
they heavily sedated
administered electrical
shock convulsive...
he became like a robot
habitual submissive...
he no longer functioned
nor understood life
trapped in misery
separated from life
a prisoner of mind
there he remained
confined
this was sad-this man rarely
enjoyed laughter
his choice?, his past?
destroyed his future
for once he confided
an assault took place
he described his
predator as (he)
...aren't they almost always???
sexual inadequate
life's' perilous disease
then he froze, in the
tracks of premeditated trauma
he sat for years in
deafening silence
a patient, a victim,
lost thereafter
to think once this was the
spirit of a little boy-
whom grew up to have
his very life destroyed
for admitting to what he'd
thought he'd become
the truth, a married man
with a wife and children
the society of the 60s'?
this was done! ...
someones' - belief system my
father succumb...
...sexual predators everywhere...
...hell awaits...believe me God
will send you there...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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