What you done

You took all my self-respect

All my confidence you wrecked

How you smashed my heart

Which I watched it fall apart

My life feels meaningless

It just one big mess

So I watch tears fall

I hated how you towered above me like a brick wall

How your hurtful and actions toyed

I had to watch my mind be destroyed

I sat thinking would the suffering going to end

You cursed and cussed to offend

That belt that hit my back

My back took all your whacks and smacks

All the memories you gave me

My mind has no way to be free

What made you hit me with house hold props?

Even though I yelled you to stop

It was my life you broke in two

You messed up everything to screw

Let me tell you something now it’s wrong

This gone on too long

You kicked and yelled me to be shushed

Them boots that crushed

You then thumped my head out of shape

I had nowhere to escape

I just wished the pain will stop hurting

Which makes me look reverting?

All this fear

                 Is caused by your beer

I had nothing to lose

Your temper only had a short fuse

How I was a victim and trapped

Which you both slapped

You kicked me with every heave

You couldn’t just leave

Why do you hate me so much?

You never had a loving touch

I just want to forget

My own parents was the threat 

Reviews

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. dearest dale ... your pain is simply excruciating and what you have suffered is torture ... there can be absolutely no justification for this macabre and gruesome behaviour that you were subjected to ... no child deserves this ... every child has rights ... and those rights are to be respected ... you've written with so much emotion and so much pain that this poem is astonishing ... how they used stuff lying around in the house ... and never thought about how much you will suffer ... is really something so disgusting and cruel ... that they should've been punished by the upholders of the law ... but a greater punishment awaits them ... a punishment that'll make them feel every ounce of the pain that you have suffered ... and that'll happen when you grow up to become a rocking poet and artist who is famous and a gift to all warriors out there who need to be inspired by your courage and greatness ... and if you really want these memories to go away ... which i know you do ... then to make them less significant ... you need to do a whole lot of stuff ... that is more significant ... like painting mighty lions and tigers and polar bears ... and writing amazing poetry ... you are a hard working mighty polar bear cub ... and absolutely nothing is going to let these memories stay in your mind forever ... warriors need new memories constantly ... new songs ... new artistic work ... new conversations ... new things to look forward to ... new reasons to feel like a wander ... new everything ... it's a lot of hard work but i know you have it in you because you work so hard already ... you will defeat these memories ... like a warrior defeats the enemy ... you are a super precious gem ... with a heart of gold ... and the universe is listening ... waiting for you to rock on and on and on ... lots and lots of love to you ... serah ...

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- i agree with serah - the anguish you have gone through - is absolutely unpardonable - where you should have been showered with love and care - they brutalized you - and how! - the emotion and intensity of your pain are palpable - and it is evident that these words are born in a place of extreme torment and hurt - a friend of mine on the cafe - christopher davenport - once told me a great analogy about pain and its significance in our life - he said - compare your pain with a tennis ball and your life with a bowl - when we are hurt by loss, or by people - the tennis ball, our pain - fills the entire bowl - leaving little space for anything else - as we move along - and grow - its not that the pain shrinks - the tennis ball remains the same size - but - as we gather more experiences and successes and joys - the size of the bowl - our life - becomes bigger - and the pain - though the same size - is not the most significant part of our lives anymore -

that's what your poem made me think about - how - you are - by writing and painting - listening to music - and all the great things you do - you're making your life grow bigger - with sheer determination and courage! - you're truly an amazing poet and artist - and an intelligent, sensitive, caring, expressive, perceptive and fun individual - and there's no doubt in my mind - that one day - between this dark pain and your light - you will be the victor! - until then - its one day, one step at a time - to continue doing all the great things you already are - i'm in awe of your many talents - mr dalebear - :) - you're spectacular!