A Beautiful  Story

Unicorns crunching down on grass,
and any gathered of insects,
as the men and lasses all attend mass
A blue sky like this day so perfect.

My son tries to catch slippery tadpoles,
in a local creek where water dries weak,
My wife is cradling our sweet daughter,
and I couldn't love them much fondler.

Now that's a beautiful story,
a child grows up with bashings,
takes it out on his pets,
for all the bloody lashings.

At age 9, he beats another child,
One who could not even speak,
So young and his life's already failed
I was smashed in and so very weak.

And the years just got worse,
and I knew that I had a curse,
I even turned to Christianity,
but God considered me poison.

No-where left to turn to,
but happiness so long over-due.
She was only 19 and full of life,
They called us husband and wife,
as we gelled and got along,
but burnt our genes we are from.

I always only had conflicted feelings,
My heart was pounding, not bleeding,
She was wired and a true character,
but I knew not a happily ever after.
And at 19 they are still like a child.

There's much more to this story,
but it would take a while for it to end
I'm kinda of just hoping and wishing,
Soon, will be my last exhaled breathe.