The contradictions of existence.

His parents taught him how to lie

later they told him he mustn’t lie.

They made him swear on a Bible

but he didn’t care after the first time

because he wasn’t struck dead

His mother taught him it was OK to steal

by stealing his savings book and then

punished him when he stole

and lied about doing so.



His formative years were a contradiction

a garden of confusion in which

seeds were planted that took root

deep within without the boy realising

He was taught deceit and how to hide

the truth if the truth didn’t fit or suit.

He was a quick learner and then they despised

him for all he had learned to do and he began

to despise himself without knowing why.



He became angry and learnt to fight

he was told it’s wrong to fight

then witnessed his father punch his mother

Lessons in hypocrisy were so many

he thought that maybe he’d been brought

into the wrong family and that those that

would want and love him would one day

come and take him away…false hope

or so he thought until his 43rd year.

 

Reviews

[Kaya]

I love this, It's so beautifully put. You have a real talent for putting something in simple way yet having it sound so beautiful and meaningful which is such a rare thing. I feel like I can't even review this in a way that makes much sense but it was so moving for me and I really connected with it. I was sad at the end just because it ended and I wanted to know more.

[Huw]

It's very kind of you to read and comment. It does continue in the first 6 poems I wrote on here. If you ever find the time I hope you enjoy. Most of what I write about is taken from memory and some of them are painful so I've left them buried for many years. I write in the hope that in reading them others in similar circumstances will not feel as isolated as I did. And parents might read and not make the mistakes mine did. Blessings, H.