ABUSE

A seven year old watches form the couch,

As his father punches his mother in the mouth,

Grabs her by the hair and kicks her in the head,

This seven year old wants his father dead.

His sisters run and hide behind the bedroom door,

While their father drags and kicks their mother on the floor,

He runs to her aid and starts to shout,

And for his trouble he receives a back hander to the mouth.

All through his teenage years he was never quiet sane,

Something evil had been planted deep inside his brain,

The drink and drugs helped a bit for him to get some sleep,

But there is no kindness in his heart, the anger runs to deep.

Then the father grows weak from cancer of the skin,

The son leaves his job to take care after him,

But there is no reconciliation, no apology, no sorrow,

When he dies, the kids have to deal with their tomorrows.

Then just when he though she had walked away from him,

The woman of his dreams came back into his life again,

On the day she said I do, and she became his wife,

She turned his life around and gave him a new look on life.

The damage still remains but he knows he is not alone,

And his ties with his family have become more tender and strong,

A victim of abuse from the time he could talk,

The lesson here I guess is life can be a hard bloody walk.