My Journey Into Madness Part 2
Author: Unknown
As time went by, the illusion was clear,
That wolf never changed, its what I always feared,
Manipulation was his ongoing game,
Brought disgust, to this family, a lot of shame.
An then it happened I had a child of my own,
It was the greatest feeling I have ever known
I could teach that child everything I’ve learned,
Of all the good feelings I have always yearned,
Something wasn’t right, I already knew,
This anger inside that just grew and grew,
I was at war in my head, because the past was still here,
Infecting my family that I held dear.
No matter what I did or how far I would go,
This is the part you have to know,
My family became numb to this mind-numbing fact,
That this sly wolf was always ready to attack,
They couldn’t see what, my eyes could see,
As they lived there lives blind, so completely,
When I would stand to stop all the drama,
I was the only one to feel the entire trauma,
It would always turn out I was the one that was wrong,
He would always start to cry that sad, sad, song,
“He never liked me, cant you all see,
He’s always picking, always starting with me.”
So there came a time, came the final straw,
When he stood before me, he tried to break my jaw,
He woke the demon that lived deep in that cage,
That demon that was filled with all that pain and rage,
I had enough of this, this life of lies,
I will avenge this child, this child who cries,
I couldn’t hear my own child, I didn’t care,
her screams and cries were too far to hear,
I made a pact, something I had to do,
I released the demon, in a rage it flew,
Evil thoughts twisting inside my head,
Its me or him that’s gonna be dead,
In all the mayhem of this ongoing illusion,
I heard a tiny voice through all the confusion,
“Please, please, You need to listen to me,
I don’t want you to go, please, please, Daddy”
From hell below what I heard from a distance,
The only truth I heard in this pitiful existence,
A voice of hope in the glimmering light,
Trying to make sense of this, trying to make things right,
That child that cries wasn’t me at all,
It was my child that would save me from this fall,
That voice was the push, the final release,
Which would make my soul finally feel at peace,
I am finally free from so long ago,
To my daughter, you will always be my hero,
Saved me from a life of pain and sadness,
Welcomed me back, from this journey into madness.
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Posted: Jan 2014
Comments (4)
Thanks for posting your very personal work (as a man with 3 daughters), I truly enjoyed it!
Robert