Love
A hand in the air
Coming closer
And placed on me in aggressive hit
Love
A flying object
Closer yet again
And placed on me in yet another aggressive hit
Love
An excuse not an apology
Love isn't it
Love
If it were love I'd be unable to love in the same ways
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Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2022 23:44
- Comment from author about the poem: This is how my younger self knew love from my father.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I am so sorry for your experiences. No child should be treated this way. Love is often misinterpreted by abusive people and confuses our thoughts on love. A heart wrenching poem.
sending love
that these words, depict
not only
the morose reality of your Past
but
the portrayal of someone
living through such a hellish
experience of childhood
at this very moment n Time
is Why
I respect
the sincerity of write's
like Yours...!
we must all, Share
so another May learn:
that they
are not alone;
They, are not
in the wrong;
and that
their days of misery
will have an end
someday soon!
and then They, too
may one day, be
the ones
sharing and helping another
Survive!
that ill-Fate of Life...
(I laud your bravery
I appreciate your poetry
and champion your strength)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
oh its scary and I know my dad would bring wooden sticks from workplace to hit me hard and I'm sure to remember those aches. I'm sorry to head that
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