Future Pain

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    Future Pain

    she was just a little girl
    her world was filled with hate.
    her father drank, her mother
    just sat and watched as he caused
    her pain day after day.

    she would sit in the corner
    hugging herself tight
    wishing and praying things
    would be alright.
    day after day
    she ran away trying to
    hide from her life.

    when someone saw the
    bruises and tears
    she laughed and
    said nothing was wrong
    now as an adult she
    wakes up screaming,nigh
    after night from her memories
    of past times.

    now day after day she goes
    through same thing.
    this time its her husband
    that drinks. and her who
    just sits and watches the pain
    he causes her daughter day
    after day

    this time its her daughter
    sitting in the corner
    hugging herself tight
    wishing and praying
    things will soon be all right.

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    Romano commented on Future Pain

    11-03-2009

    Here in this piece you show how the daughter married a man just like her father and a daughter just as herself deal with such pain, a vicious cycle that with prayer and fasting can be stopped or cured. Generational curse is what we call it, fighting the demons of our ancestors we all must learn to handle and defeat.

    Span commented on Future Pain

    10-05-2009

    Things that remain the same are those things that are. very good poem and good direction, leave it as it is - it developes it's character well, as none did change did they? Good poem. Great insight.

    Rainz commented on Future Pain

    04-03-2009

    You capture a glimps of the cycle well, my friend. Great job!

    BRAINCELL commented on Future Pain

    03-28-2009

    WELL DONE

    origionalmerlin commented on Future Pain

    03-21-2009

    cycles are only broken when somone loses the blind spot that comes with blaming others and not making changes in themselves to transcend the past, and not let it controll the present.. well done and well said..

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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