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I wrote this poem about physical child abuse. |
| What caused the fear that caused the fear That fateful, ancient day? Who was the one that felt it there - The fear still felt today? Was it the loss of someone close Or pain from life unfair, Or insane thoughts, dark and morose That caused his heart to tear? From evil thoughts came evil deeds Young eyes soon beheld. That evil instilled in planted seed That doomed a line to Hell. Seeds then took root, rotted from birth, Evil felt and done. What did it cost, what was it worth That changed the ancient one? Lives have passed and much has changed But evil lurks within Heirs apparent to thoughts deranged Of pain caused by own kin. The fear that was felt to look in the eyes Of the ancient one that day Through which my father saw the cries He caused when I disobeyed. That fear is the fear that caused the fear That fateful, ancient day. Refusing to pass it on from here, Forgiveness starts today. |