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Bad Farm

Fifty years have passed  
I am back at the farm  
My car parked near the driveway  
Standing there staring  

After avoiding it for so long  
Worried about what I would feel  
Or meet or do  
I need some sort of closure  

It hasn't changed much  
Just more dilapidated  
Even sleazier now  
Wife says bad vibes here  
 
A car parked by the house  
I wonder if he is there now  
Looking at me from window  
I hope so as I don't  
 
Lucky him I am a family man  
But I expected more rage  
Now I am just sort of numb  
Searching out for something to feel  
 
Two cars stop just down the road  
They are watching me  
Good  
Let the word get out  
 
There by the rusty roofed cow pen  
He wouldn't let me go  
Knocked me out cold  
One of many times  
 
Over there was the big wood pile  
Inside it a hollow  
Where he took his younger brothers  
I ran that time he came for me  
 
In that field he broke me  
Let his little brothers beat me  
Or he would worse  
I can't forget  
 
His father was the devil  
No use complaining to him  
Babbled in tongues at church  
The bastard  
 
Mother sent a bit of cash monthly  
Two months of hell and I had bus fare  
Got up at four in the morning  
It would be a long walk  
 
I almost made it that afternoon  
The Land Rover came racing  
It was no good to run  
They would get me  
 
The devil called my mother  
Lie after lie after lie  
He told me what to say  
Handed me the phone  
 
I knew a beating would come  
But I had to try  
They beat me mom I feel so bad  
Please come and get me  
 
You be a good boy now son  
It's only a month to go  
The nice devil explained it all  
You have to be obedient  
 
I expected a worse beating  
Later I walked in a daze  
My world crumbled ruins  
There must be a reason for this  
 
Maybe I am Jesus or worse Job  
Yeah that's it Job  
I must take it all always  
I am alone in this world  
 
These memories come back now  
Maybe I should leave  
The cars are still there on the road  
Wife is getting restless  
 
I am never coming back
Northern1
Written by Northern1
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Author's Note
i spent 4 summers on a farm as a boy, it was what people did then, send their kids to farms for the summer. 1 summer was pure hell. i revisited it today.
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