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For in my fathers absence, for he who is no longer here
Was a man who was supposed to protect me,
but in reality was someone I always feared.
There were very few words that came out of his mouth,
for he was a man of few words,
But if you spoke without being spoken to,
he would make sure everyone heard.
He was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off,
so for day's we would be quiet as a mouse,
because if anything at all annoyed him
he would tear apart the house.
His belt was his favorite friend. and at first I did'nt know why,
But than he used it on me so much, that sometimes I did'nt even cry.
My father was a cowardly man and for years I did'nt understand,
that growing up with my father did'nt necessarily mean he was a man.
So when his time cam
e, no tears were shed,
and now he is lying underground in his bed.
He was a very cruel person even though outsiders could'nt tell,
That just shows people how evil is kept hidden so well.
Now he is gone and out of sight,
and maybe now I will be able to sleep at night.
C.H.
I wrote this poem because I had a hard life with my father. He did things
that unless you were standing in the same room with me at the time
he was doing them there would be no way that you could understand
what I am trying to say with my poem. I hope when people read this that they
will be able to take somehting from it. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for
me thought. I wrote this in away to heal myself. I was able to have this poem
put into a book but I think putting it on this site that hopefully alot more people
will read it. Please let me know what you think!
For in my fathers absence, for he who is no longer here
Was a man who was supposed to protect me,
but in reality was someone I always feared.
There were very few words that came out of his mouth,
for he was a man of few words,
But if you spoke without being spoken to,
he would make sure everyone heard.
He was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off,
so for day's we would be quiet as a mouse,
because if anything at all annoyed him
he would tear apart the house.
His belt was his favorite friend. and at first I did'nt know why,
But than he used it on me so much, that sometimes I did'nt even cry.
My father was a cowardly man and for years I did'nt understand,
that growing up with my father did'nt necessarily mean he was a man.
So when his time cam
and now he is lying underground in his bed.
He was a very cruel person even though outsiders could'nt tell,
That just shows people how evil is kept hidden so well.
Now he is gone and out of sight,
and maybe now I will be able to sleep at night.
C.H.
I wrote this poem because I had a hard life with my father. He did things
that unless you were standing in the same room with me at the time
he was doing them there would be no way that you could understand
what I am trying to say with my poem. I hope when people read this that they
will be able to take somehting from it. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for
me thought. I wrote this in away to heal myself. I was able to have this poem
put into a book but I think putting it on this site that hopefully alot more people
will read it. Please let me know what you think!
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