The Deepest Sadness
My soul cries forever with its deepest sadness
betrayed by a love that never was
a child innocent
beaten by angry hands clutched by a World War
from a father whose eyes were vacant
I still remember the rage,
the angry voice, the words
"Come here!"
My head always bowed in silent withdrawal,
eyes that stared at nothing
barely walking yet moving forward
knowing what was to come... again
The hard slap on the back of the head
feet leaving the ground
hands trying to break the fall
feeling numb
the sharp sound of the razor strap
being lifted from the nail it hung on
used like a whip
across back and legs
while being lifted by one arm
the screaming, the crying
the terror of it all
It still haunts my mind
in the quiet dark spaces and always will
My eyes well up when I remember
it's a memory I keep hidden deep within
my damaged soul
My own children would never know such things
I survived
but, at what cost
To always wonder what could have been
yet happy, for it's a sadness,
my children have never known
8/22/17 Contest I'm a Survivor
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