Boys Being Boys

A wish that never be fulfilled.

How
I wish
You could see
The scars
Which you inflicted
Upon me.

Poisoning
The way
I see myself
And others.

Especially
As I turn
Inwards.

My
Sense of anger
And helplessness
In a totally
Destructive
Manner.

But
You never cared
Except to
Express your violence
Against me.

Whether
It be emotionally
Or physically
Release.

Now
I am forced
To heal myself
Decades later.

When
My mental walls
Collapsed upon me.

Releasing
These long suppressed
Memories of trauma
From my childhood.

Author's Note

Originally written October 20, 2012.

Reviews

[Peter H]

Poisoning
The way
I see myself
And others - i love those lines in your poem- poetry is truly a place where u can express your feelings vividly and profoundly

[therisa]

Peter, poetry is my release valve, which I deal with emotional issues that I can't talk with others, about.

[Peter H]

that's what i meant lol :)

[Holly Mason]

shake your shoulders ease your mind
in it's depth peace will find
a curious case of who am I
I am me and he made me die
now come to life!!!
good piece of reading thank you for always putting emotion into your words
hope the doctors went o.k. for you

[therisa]

Thank you, Holly, for your very kind words and concern. My poetry is the safety release valve for my soul, which I bear everything, with the printed word. As the doctor's office, I haven't gone yet. Sigh.