Written by | MassThinker
I was once a child staring into my mothers eyes.
They were sparkling harmless and with comfort.
I touched my mother’s soft face and played with her ears.
They were cozy and helped me fall to sleep at nights.
I was hers own little precious masterpiece innocent and unaware.
I was embraced with unconditional love.
I touched my mother’s soft face only to perceive that the softness had gone away.
I witnessed her face features bruised and swollen.
I looked into her frightened eyes of tears.
I’ve watched my father grow into a being that sat upon a throne.
A man blaming his traumatized past.
There’s no excuse in that.
I’ve shed tears and a grand river has been formed.
I’ve held a blade against my throat with thoughts of salvation in mind.
I survived through most of hard times created by the acts of one pathetic man.
A man whose heart was so numb that his knuckles fell on the ones he loved.
I have today grown into a man aware of the consequences of mistreat.
I sometimes glance down on my own knuckles they’re immense and sharp.
I see the resemblance in our hands I can’t hold back I have to ask.
Is there a time and place in this life when I too turn out to be?
The same dreadful man produced by his father’s hate.
I then beg for them times to vanish and die.
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