This Field Is RequiredA Poem by Whalesthis is fictional. MY father was a great man.His fathers arms were long ropes That whipped him every night. Penetrating deep within his skin. The scars On his back Would not stop bleeding The son tried to defend himself But he was too young, too weak and too depressed. He could do nothing. The End © 2013 WhalesReviews
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