I cleared by father’s room today
In the corner was a stick
He had kept a garden cane!
I started to shake - my heart raced - I felt sick.
I hit myself hard on the leg
It broke the cane in two
I was hoping for some closure
All I felt was pain and emptiness and deep resentment too.
The day went on from bad to worse
I cut my hand and bled
Arguments everywhere I went
Another battle in my head.
And now I just can’t sleep at all
Alone here in my room
I can’t even weep at all
In my garden cane tomb.
(c) Cosmic Gorilla, 2018.
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