Haiku The Blunt Stick

Haiku The Blunt Stick

I feel the blunt stick

Beats me into submission

Again and Again

 

 

The pain it has caused

Caused my tears to fall like rain

No, it doesn’t care

 

 

 

First time it hit me

I fought back with all I had

It won in the end

 

 

Second time I won

But lost much in the battle

An eye was the price

 

 

Third time I am old

Took my reason for living

Blunt stick is laughing

 

 

I was young back then

Child died in seventy-seven

Stick beat me way down

 

 

Many years passed by

Thought blunt stick had gone away

It lurked in darkness

 

 

 

We all fought so hard

But grandson lost his right eye

Lived through the battle

 

 

Blunt stick strikes again

Husband fought the battle hard

Blunt stick was too large

 

 

Blunt stick has a name

Mere mention brings fear to all

This Cancer devours

 

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

Nancy, this is another awesome piece. It is very well done, original, and the sentiment intensely expressed.

[An owl on the moon]

Emotionally gripping and vivid on so many levels... So very powerful, Nancy.