His Death My Birth.

Just there to make sure, no other reason.

His eye lids flickered,
breathing now more laboured, rasping,
he was drowning.
It wouldn't be long now.

The line in his arm drip fed him pain relief,
his death, passing, would be mine.
I wasn't here to mourn, comfort,
no, I was here to make sure,
to see him leave,
catch his last breath,
a breath I would carry with me to my death,
a breath that would finally mean closure....

The drunkard, bully of my childhood
now cut the most pathetic of figures,
weak, helpless,
just as we were all of those years ago,
when his drink fuelled rages would colour our skin.
Back then no one meddled, interfered,
a bruised child was a bad child,
a child in their eyes deserving of parental straightening out,
the belt, a clip around the ear.
And so the abuse went on.
Now, all these years on here we were,
the bullied and the bully.
How I wished he would regain consciousness,
open his eyes,
to see me watching, witnessing,
him, as I was all those years ago, helpless,
me, smiling, gloating.

He let out a long, gurgling sigh,
then silence,
he was gone.
I stood, bent over him as if to kiss his brow,
whispered in his ear,
" Rot in hell you b*****d "
before leaving to finally start living.

Author's Note

Fictional. However many would be able to relate to this.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

The extremely painful memories that heartless man had created will never be erased... now that he is gone, may be you should close that chapter forever and never to revisit them. That man's ignorant soul has a long, long journey to peace, I wonder if he will ever reach it.

[Gee]

Hi Mrudula, thankfully only fiction. This was just me scribbling before going off to work earlier, had an hour to kill.
Hope you are well and getting excited for your team's first game.
Thank you

[Mrudula Rani]

Gee, Iam so glad it is only fiction, yet very powerful writing. Every one is waiting for Sunday.... Brasil Will be taking the day off ( all the workings establishments will be closed completely every time
Brasil plays) hope you are doing well.

[Gee]

Very well thanks. I hope Brazil entertain us all globally as only they can :))

[Great Aunt Astri]

OOOOOOO, Gee, revenge and hell fire! I don't know if the abuse was your own experience, but I really hope that people who are abused manage, in some way or other, to come to terms with it, and heal themselves. Hatred kills oneself. Revenge only breeds revenge, and recriminations and bitterness fester inside one, making one ill, and are usually unheard. Smiling, gloating over a dying man? OOOOOOOO, Gee, I wonder if this son will 'finally start living' with his unresolved feelings over this (terrible) father who abused him? Hope so..........

[Gee]

Just an over active imagination before trotting off to work this morning.
Thank you for a great review, very much appreciated

[Great Aunt Astri]

OK , glad to hear that,... but I expect you voice the opinion of many. I tried to message you .. to tell you what I think about tis HUGE problem today (there are many many kinds of child abuse) but my message would not send! Hope you enjoy your day at work.

[Gee]

Home now. Thank you