When I was young I dreamed my life,
would be a fairy-tale,
but as I grew I felt the wrath,
divert to pure assail.
I was called the golden boy,
a gentle loving soul,
but as abuse and beatings came,
they slowly took their toll.
I can heal from all the beatings,
but degrading hurtful words,
have opened up gaping wounds,
that time will never cure.
I will always live alone,
for I don't trust my hand,
one day love the next day hate,
this wasn't how I planned,
But I have to be aware,
of the hurt that dwells within,
that fans itself into a flame,
until the bitter end.
Thomas Northx
as parents must grow up kids in a peaceful environment, not one with daily abuse and beatings. As kids they dare not to fight agains but once reaching adulthood, they will behave like monsters wildest inside. Kids must grow up in peaceful atmosphere
A poignant write. Pains of yesteryears are instilled in the mind. A well expressed poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most important words, presented in a fascinating way, more verses of this writings, lesser pains within. True saddest to ponder about. Excellent poem! 5 Stars!