He kept hate for the mother that loved him and taught him to read by the age of three,

And then crushed his little heart when she left him just as easily.

Another batch of hate was reserved for the monster that put him on the end of the line

Asking each child if it was them she moved closer to his time.

Obviously, they all replied in the negative he didnt have a clue

Till she got to him and said “so it must be you”

Dragged from the couch everybody watching his pants dragged down

He was viciously assaulted with a slipper he screamed as his skin began to blister.

Another time drying his favourite football socks on a parafin heater, he burnt a hole in the motherfuckers

Scared, he tried to hide the evidence to no avail, it was him and his little brother

Made to lie down on the bed next to each other, stripped from the waist down

The question came at him like a bullet he was too scared to admit it

Smack! She moved across to his brother, who also denied the “crime”

Whack! Time after time brother to brother, one to the other

Both were screaming with the pain, until baby brother screamed in agony

“It was me”!

She let the older brother leave the torture room. He gingerly pulled his pants up

Wiping a tear from his eye, he saw his baby brother cry and cry

The beating his little bro received after he had left the room  for letting his brother take a beating for no reason

Sticks in the memory like a scar across his heart. It was his responsibility

To look out for his baby bro ever since they mom let them go.

The guilt sits there heavily although so young he had no remedy

It does not matter he let his brother down the fear was too much to take

When recalled he feels like a fake, tho they never talk about the past

The pain and the guilt still last.

Then he keeps a place deep inside filled with hate for the priest

Over flowing his inner being holds a large amount of hatred its a shame


2 thoughts on “HATE OVERFLOWING

  1. After such traumatic experiences, I’m surprised you don’t talk about them with your brother. I and my little brother discussed our parents’ actions for years after we both were out of the house and it was validating to hear his views of the same events.

    He also once confessed to a crime neither he nor I committed when we were both getting punished until “confessing”. I didn’t even know he hadn’t done it either until he told me afterward.

    Why did parents ever think forcing confessions like this was a good idea? It’s so similar to prisoners being tortured to confess, but they can’t see it? No excuse.

    1. We are so different it wouldnt help, i had split from the mother of my first son but would visit my son everyday he was 10. My brother got with the mother, still together, and has a child with her. I could never be with the ex of my bro, weird, we did not talk for ten years now i keep it simple when we meet, we are too different

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