I Left Behind My Fears
When I fled home, I left behind my fears,
though I knew of love, I never felt it.
For kisses didn't exist, only tears,
when I wasn't running, I was being hit.
My heart was breaking; I needed to split,
home became a prison over the years.
And if I was to survive on my wit,
when I fled home, I left behind my fears.
My youth was more confused than it appears,
yet; I valued it more than I'll admit.
Fate pierced my heart like a thousand spears,
though I knew of love, I never felt it.
All my life, I have felt like a misfit,
having never received applause or cheers.
Any semblance of love felt counterfeit,
for kisses didn't exist, only tears.
My father was drowning his woes in beers,
he was a war vet and a hypocrite.
And hung around with hardcore volunteers,
when I wasn't running, I was being hit.
My drunken father made me feel unfit,
anything I'd say didn't reach his ears.
So when I cried, he didn't give a sh*t ,
and when he beat me in front of my peers,
I left behind my fears.
(Rondeau Redouble Modified)
3/5/2021
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