A dead man walks hidden halls
after rush hour stopped requiring
stronger medication as the weeks
turned to months and things once
unfamiliar became routine.
Did he remember day's prior,
before his mind took a different
turn in the road?
Perhaps school day memoirs assisted
his collapse, when abuse was as
commonplace as the alphabet.
“You'll be put in a bag!” yelled the janitor,
as he pulled up his pants after a bare bottom
beating.
One humiliation after another
in a ritual of abuse they called
“discipline.”
The fortress of home only a mask
for parental maltreatment-
appealing on the outside, but revolting within.
Cleanliness not reflective of Godliness,
for God would not have
a child suffer so…
The thrashings were frequent.
The boy turned man, left
with a character void-
a life less lived in fear
and simple trust unfeasible.
Peace replaced by anger.
Joy traded for depression.
Friends lost to lonely days and nights.
The halls vacant; school dismissed long ago,
yet the players left to reminiscences ghosts,
haunting and tormenting in an affliction
of the soul as if yesterday's woe's
continue day after day, and like a thief-
defer hope to despair and truth
to a lie.
Copyright ©2010 CI
after rush hour stopped requiring
stronger medication as the weeks
turned to months and things once
unfamiliar became routine.
Did he remember day's prior,
before his mind took a different
turn in the road?
Perhaps school day memoirs assisted
his collapse, when abuse was as
commonplace as the alphabet.
“You'll be put in a bag!” yelled the janitor,
as he pulled up his pants after a bare bottom
beating.
One humiliation after another
in a ritual of abuse they called
“discipline.”
The fortress of home only a mask
for parental maltreatment-
appealing on the outside, but revolting within.
Cleanliness not reflective of Godliness,
for God would not have
a child suffer so…
The thrashings were frequent.
The boy turned man, left
with a character void-
a life less lived in fear
and simple trust unfeasible.
Peace replaced by anger.
Joy traded for depression.
Friends lost to lonely days and nights.
The halls vacant; school dismissed long ago,
yet the players left to reminiscences ghosts,
haunting and tormenting in an affliction
of the soul as if yesterday's woe's
continue day after day, and like a thief-
defer hope to despair and truth
to a lie.
Copyright ©2010 CI
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