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Old Man

Too many of us out there lived this childhood

By Barry ScollardPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Old Man
Photo by Mykyta Martynenko on Unsplash

Your rage terrified me,

Your strength left me in awe.

Your words left scars,

Your fists cracked my jaw.

Such a dark shame resides within me.

That your distain birthed and grew,

And a dark vengeful sadness,

From each insult you threw.

I was so very young.

Just trying to play.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I was scared everyday.

Today it different,

I'm big and I'm strong.

Your old and afraid,

You won't be around for long.

I feel I should hate,

Take revenge on you now.

But I can't, I am different

I'm just not sure how.

I dont want to hurt,

To hate or to rage.

I want freedom from,

These feelings I keep locked in a cage.

I want to be proud,

That we can today be friends.

But times running out,

And everything ends.

But I'll learn from your mistakes,

I hope to make none.

When the day finally comes,

That I meet my own son.

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About the Creator

Barry Scollard

30 year old Irish guy.
The pen and written word shows me the truth.

The world spark embers inside me, this is my place to burn.

"Every story ever told really happened " The Doctor

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