Whisper Poem by Dwayne Banks

Living in Alcoholism, not the way to be
I'm aware of that fact, it happened to me
Growing up as a child, though getting beat down
the Man that loved me, made me wear a frown
A daily occurance in my own little world
nightly tears, caressing a body thats curled
Sounds of distress beckoned through the walls
cataclysmic sorrow of childrens' calls
Calling for a Mother that loved and cared
only to step in, if she dared
Abuse abound, caring a stranger
free speech in our home, only spelled danger
Days crept by, years passed away
I suffer the same illness, even to this day
How can I think a drug is my friend?
when soulful scars represent the mend
The mending of my heart, body and mind
surviving the me'lee, I'm not one of a kind
Many in this world are affected and impaired
had they stood up, had they even dared
Dared to confront the evil that they saw
Society should step up and enforce Gods' law


February 4,2011