Sunday, May 1, 2016

If You Could See



If You Could See

If you could see the sadness in my eyes
If you could see the tears as my soul cries
Scars aplenty even though I wished for gently
Justice abandoned, remembering my father’s fist violently

See a misty fiction, trying to forget intrusion
Into my life was the kick out the door without illusion
Then gone was mother’s gentle kiss
She left without choice and always I’ll miss

That sickening dawning that the street was home
If you could see the fear and pleading to the garden gnome
But nothing was forthcoming and away I was washed
That street corner in the dead of night embraced by the trashed

Call them what you may, but Ladies of the Night were saints
Took me in and held me gently until I slept like the innocents
If you could see the fears that attack within
If you could see, but we never see those kin

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