Why
The feelings I have in my stomach are of anger
And fear from long, long ago. The child in me
Still suffers the brutal emotional violence which
My parents besieged, so young I could only
Take their verbal, emotional, and mental abuse
Without reply. A helpless victim. A custodial
Sentence still accompanies me for they both
Died long ago. Daily I try to kill them off once
And for all. So difficult, so very difficult when
I was once tied to my mother's womb. No one
Understands my sorrow, my aloneness, my
Desert of solitude where demons play out those
Days of darkness and despair. Here I am still
Alive, at least on the outside to the world yet
Inside I was murdered long ago. Everyday a
Day of resurrection, new life, new breath, new
Hope. My executioners perished into the bottom-
Less pit. It's hard; bloody hard living a decent
Life but I try. I try to be good, to do the right
Thing. Oh! the swell sea of emotions. Courage,
Courage and more courage to live for today
And to try to love; whatever love means, hid
Behind the veiled scenes of days gone by.
My question has to be; WHY WHY WHY WHY.
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