A forgotten child

When I was sixteen I experienced a lot of violence from my parents.
As far back as i can remember I was six, the nightmare slowly emerged.
My mum would sream uncontrollably for hours. My Dad seemed helpless not knowing how to calm the situation. The rows would would get worse. The atmosphere was like a thick grey cloud.
It all depended on the frame of mind the she would be in, whether she'd be kind or cruel.
Sometimes, I WOULD DREAM MY LIFE AWAY.

It was my way to escape the pain of amy broken abused childhood.
Sometimes she would let me have supper, a boiled egg and toast,  even that was rare.
I remember one day she fippled into a rage, and beat me with a poker.
On one particular day she put it into the coal fire and waited until it glowed bright red.
she waved it in front of my eyes, it just missed my left eye.
i could go on and on and write a lot more but i won't.
I sometimes whonder were that fear came came from., I guess you do also.
My Mum's behaviour grew worse.

When I look back she must have had some sheer agonizing moments in her own life.
i lived in fear.
unable to develop my full potential.
life for me as a child was sad. i never had the sweet happy childhood other kids had.  Instead i was robbed of that.

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[Writer at last! Sky ~]

You have a suffered a lot in life my friend. It was the most saddest and scary read. I wish god will certainly bright up your days and spread happiness in your life.