Condemned eternally in the final breath,

No fear in evil, for unmerciful death.

Fury burned white in the hottest rings of hell’s fire,

Spawn’s of the devil, the demons sat to conspire.

Leathery hides covered with boils and blisters,

Corrupted intentions in their raspy whispers.

Planting seeds of madness in his feeble mind.

How else could a man, to his child, be so brutally unkind?

Cold and empty was the look of contempt in his eyes.

We’d done all that he asked, but to him our words were always lies.

Panicked with fear, hearts pounded and tore at our chest.

Prayers unanswered by God, from a child, want of only a safe night at
rest.

Eyes burned and filled with salty tears,

Struggling to hold back and conceal our fears.

He savored and fed off his created weakness,

Relieving frustrations empowered in his fierceness.

Knees to the floor, bent over the couch, hands tied down with ropes
excruciatingly tight.
Knocked on the head, our faces shoved down and kept out of sight.

Blow after blow, the time never went by so painfully slow.

Hiding the pain; fresh cuts, welts and bruises were not for show.

Worn down by the end of this night,

Craving the quiet we turn out the light.

Impatiently waiting for the chance to escape,

Innocence of childhood had been savagely raped.

Imprisoned since birth, we fester beyond hell’s gates.

Unavoidable acceptance that this was forever our fate.
 What can the reasoning possibly be?
For any hint of purpose completely escapes me.

A tempered heart has faded and rotted black.

Sanity’s fragile, fury’s held back.

Raging soul, birthed by games of torment.

A righteous life was never a commitment.

Her blind eye and still tongue, failed us protection,

Void of mercy, a mother ignorant as to affection.

Knowing her children desperately cry,

Attempts at nothing to soothe or pacify.

Held now by her child with the utmost disdain,

The crutch for the cause, of such inexcusable pain.

Now kept alone to themselves, each on the other they shall reign.
Oblivious to their children’s emptiness, that will forever remain.

Stubbornly accusing each other in their never ending, pointless game.

Denying mistakes, they search for others to frame.

Frustrating anger and confusion has kept this soul in rage.

Haunted by memories that keep me prisoner inside my cage.

Everyday, more and more withdrawn he became.

My tears only a mist on his internal flame.

Burdening himself, with wasn’t his to carry the blame.

Hiding with-in himself, sparing them the nuisance of shame.

Mothered by a child two years younger, what neglect?

Stable and conformed, what’d they expect?

Treacherous and steady, the thorns of guilt burrow in deeper and

deeper.
Shadows grow colder and darker, soon you’ll see the demented face of
 the reaper.

Diseased by your lack of will, suffers our heart’s to be hollow.

Only now in the face of death, do you repent and express false sorrow.
But regret has come too late, and is to be left unforgiven by my sweet
brother.
For Death snuck in and snatched him away, the best of me was stolen,
and the pain I bare is unlike any other.

Now each year; on the passing of the “Day Of Fools”,

My frustration feeds and the burning rage fuels!

Cursed now to suffer our secrets alone, unable to make anyone see,
the scars hidden deep inside of what’s left of me.

And there hides an imposter, a strange beast, a monster, a demon that

won’t set me free.
Curse of the flesh, denying me the place, Where peace and my brother,
wait for me.

Jeanie Rea