That little boy in the Superman suit

 
I can feel
my father punching
mother in the face
on a Saturday night
 
I can feel
my mother fucking
those strange men
in the next room
 
I can feel
my father telling
me and my brothers
why he had to leave
 
I can feel
my dog Jack
crushed beneath
the ice-cream van
 
I can feel
mother leaving us
all by ourselves
and never coming back
 
I can feel
my hate and anger
at being denied
a child’s life
 
I can feel
the freezing cold
of the city streets
with nowhere to sleep
 
I can feel
my brother Bob
softly sobbing
before taking his own life
 
I can feel
things inside me
that still twist
and torment
 
I can feel
that little boy
in the Superman suit
smiling into the future