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...