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Fatherly Love
Please don’t come home drunk
Please, please, please. Please
Please don’t come home drunk
God please don’t let him be drunk
I pray just don’t let him be drunk
I plead with you sober not drunk
I beg you that he’s sober not drunk
I beseech you
Please don’t let him hurt me
Please, please, please. Please
Please don’t let him hurt me
God please don’t let him hurt me
I pray just don’t let him be violent
I plead with you he’s at least passive
I beg you not to let him hurt me again
I implore you
He’s drunk again, he’s gonna hurt me
Despite all my pleading he’s gonna hurt me
Why God, did you not even try to stop him
My prayers unanswered he’s gonna hit me
I will plead with him not to do the bad thing
I will beg him not to do the secret thing
I will throw myself at his feet
Please don’t hurt me
Please, please stop
Please, please don’t
You are hurting me
It’s so painful
I beg you; “STOP!”
“Just please stop”
He doesn’t stop
I lie here, bleeding
Please, please, please. Please
Please don’t come home drunk
God please don’t let him be drunk
I pray just don’t let him be drunk
I plead with you sober not drunk
I beg you that he’s sober not drunk
I beseech you
Please don’t let him hurt me
Please, please, please. Please
Please don’t let him hurt me
God please don’t let him hurt me
I pray just don’t let him be violent
I plead with you he’s at least passive
I beg you not to let him hurt me again
I implore you
He’s drunk again, he’s gonna hurt me
Despite all my pleading he’s gonna hurt me
Why God, did you not even try to stop him
My prayers unanswered he’s gonna hit me
I will plead with him not to do the bad thing
I will beg him not to do the secret thing
I will throw myself at his feet
Please don’t hurt me
Please, please stop
Please, please don’t
You are hurting me
It’s so painful
I beg you; “STOP!”
“Just please stop”
He doesn’t stop
I lie here, bleeding
Published 19th May 2015
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19th May 2015 3:41pm
the whole violence inside the family thing,
I've been lucky enough not to have any
experience of it. I can't imagine how I'd have
coped if the one place I felt safe was denied me...
a powerful piece...
I've been lucky enough not to have any
experience of it. I can't imagine how I'd have
coped if the one place I felt safe was denied me...
a powerful piece...
19th May 2015 4:13pm
thank you
it's astonishing how deep these wounds run that they can still come back to haunt you in your advancing years - I am happy it did not get to you
:-)
it's astonishing how deep these wounds run that they can still come back to haunt you in your advancing years - I am happy it did not get to you
:-)
21st May 2015 7:55pm
thank you for understanding - it's a subject matter close to my heart
:-)
:-)
This is a hard one... I hope this is pure faniecy....
I don't like it when people are beaten
It makes me sad
Sausage guilt was more of what I wanna read
I don't like it when people are beaten
It makes me sad
Sausage guilt was more of what I wanna read
20th May 2015 12:47pm
unfortunately it's based on fact - these scars are deep and even after all these years it still sometimes bothers me hence the write
I also wish all my poems were about sausages
:-)
I also wish all my poems were about sausages
:-)
20th May 2015 12:49pm
unfortunately it's based on fact - these scars are deep and even after all these years it still sometimes bothers me hence the write
I also wish all my poems were about sausages
:-)
I also wish all my poems were about sausages
:-)
Anonymous
20th May 2015 5:25pm
all i'll say is, i understand, more than you know
painful to read this one, David
painful to read this one, David
20th May 2015 5:53pm
sad to say, it's all to common place
thank you so much for reading and understanding
:-)
thank you so much for reading and understanding
:-)
21st May 2015 7:21pm
I cringed when reading this, bracing for the old feel of that belt, and the cold, separated glare of a war veteran giving into his internal anguish in the worst ways, betraying the trust of a small child. I feel this poem, and I am sorry you do too. Very powerful... it screams with anguish and panic.
Very well written.
Very well written.
21st May 2015 7:56pm
22nd May 2015 3:35am
Well done! I can feel the anticipation and that prickly feeling like your bowels are going to just run out for the fear. As much healing as I've gone through from my past hurts, there are things I'll never forget.
24th May 2015 7:00am
Heartfelt... Real. I can appreciate you writting this. I feel like my suffering I am now finding a way to help others. I like this piece you wrote, I feel the depth. Thanks.
24th May 2015 11:12am
I can relate to this considering my mom's boyfriend used to come home drunk all the time and was verbally and physically abusive until one day I decided to hit him over the head with a fire log.
