Poetry From The Heart(Attys Collection)

"Narrative Poem: A Lifetime Of Love"

But that's another story,

One that I don't care to tell.

It has no guts or glory,

Just one girl's self hating hell.

As he walked over to see her,

Her brother fell upon him like a hawk.

He thought that this would free her,

From another who thought with his cock.

He tried to explain,

It's not like that.

But the fists started to rain,

Hard as a baseball bat.

She told him to stop,

But her brother wouldn't listen.

Before anyone called the cops,

The boy's skull had been christened,

Red...

He woke up in a doctor's bed,

Woozy and alone.

There were 27 stitches in his head,

And countless broken bones.

He couldn't recall,

What had happened at school,

His memory stalled,

Who could be so cruel?

The nurse came in,

And her eyes grew wide.

She fetched some other men,

And they all came to his side.

The medical staff,

Told him he had been sleeping.

He barked out a laugh,

And began slowly weeping.

He had been in a coma,

For months it seemed.

The nightmare in his mind,

Brought about a hopeless scream.

How could this happen,

Even before they began?

He could not accept it,

This unlucky brand.

And why was he alone?

Didn't anyone care?

He thought of his clan at home,

Without their love to spare.

His father in a bottle,

Abusive and mean.

His mother being throttled,

By daddy's hands so green.

And she was hooked on pills,

Which left her with no care.

Her sons heart was almost stilled,

But she was never there.

He had a brother,

Or two to spare,

But one had died,

The other couldn't care.

So this boy was all alone,

In his hospital bed.

Couldn't move without a moan,