A victim no more
Once was a boy just seventeen,
He was innocent,
He was not mean.
Now a prisoner of the state,
Trial by jury will seal his fate.
Once was a boy just seventeen,
His mother smart,
Sister was keen.
They tricked him,
They pushed and shoved,
For them he killed their father for love.
Once just a boy just seventeen,
He was the protector,
It would seem.
Convinced him they were trapped
With no way out,
That father was abusive,
Without a doubt.
Once was a boy just seventeen
Tried real hard to hide,
Not be seen.
Knife in hand,
She told him his part,
Stabbed their father,
Straight into his heart.
Once was a boy just seventeen,
Confess or run,
He was caught in between.
An inner battle,
But he lost the fight,
When mother said
“Take the whole blame for that night”
“For I am sick, your sister too small
You my son are the bravest of us all
You did your job, but it’s not done
Sorry son, but you’re the only one”
Now a man much older now,
Tagged for life,
To go on he didn’t know how.
But in the darkness,
He found the light,
Picked himself up with all his might.
Now a man with a glorious life
Two great kids,
A spectacular wife
The past is no longer his souls’ core
A survivor he is,
A VICTIM NO MORE!!!
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Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
A story from the past. Ask me and I will explain
Comments (2)
Whenever deep childhood suffering is transformed into something more, it seems quite possible that the reverberating energy that flows from such transformation is of universal proportions
great job.
Take care.
Elle.