The Darker Side of Poetry
THE FORGIVEN STRIKE
THE EVIL LOOK IN THOSE BULGING EYES OF THE OLD LADY
SHE WANTS TO HURT ME, INFLICT PAIN ON ME
WHAT CAN I DO?
HER STRENGTH HAS AMASSED FROM PARTIALLY CRIPPLED TO THAT OF IMMENSE POWER
HER AID IS NOW HER WEAPON READY TO STRIKE ME DOWN
I'M SCARED TO DEFEND MYSELF FOR FEAR OF HURTING THE FRAIL
I KEEP MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK LOCKED AND ENTWINED
I WILL TAKE THIS BEATING BECAUSE SHE IS FAMILY AND WE ONCE WERE CLOSE
POISONED IDEAS RUNNING IN HER FRAGILE AND NOW TWISTED MIND
BELIEVING I HAVE TURNED FROM INNOCENT TO A HYBRID LIAR
I'M STARTING TO QUESTION MYSELF FROM THE CONSTANT ACCUSATIONS AND INSULTS
MY WORDS FALL ON DEAF EARS
I CANNOT BE UNDERSTOOD RATIONALLY BY THIS ELDERLY BEING I NO LONGER RECOGNISE
I MUST TAKE THIS BEATING FOR SHE IS FAMILY AND I MUST UNDERSTAND
SHE WANTS TO HURT ME, INFLICT PAIN ON ME
WHAT CAN I DO?
HER STRENGTH HAS AMASSED FROM PARTIALLY CRIPPLED TO THAT OF IMMENSE POWER
HER AID IS NOW HER WEAPON READY TO STRIKE ME DOWN
I'M SCARED TO DEFEND MYSELF FOR FEAR OF HURTING THE FRAIL
I KEEP MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK LOCKED AND ENTWINED
I WILL TAKE THIS BEATING BECAUSE SHE IS FAMILY AND WE ONCE WERE CLOSE
POISONED IDEAS RUNNING IN HER FRAGILE AND NOW TWISTED MIND
BELIEVING I HAVE TURNED FROM INNOCENT TO A HYBRID LIAR
I'M STARTING TO QUESTION MYSELF FROM THE CONSTANT ACCUSATIONS AND INSULTS
MY WORDS FALL ON DEAF EARS
I CANNOT BE UNDERSTOOD RATIONALLY BY THIS ELDERLY BEING I NO LONGER RECOGNISE
I MUST TAKE THIS BEATING FOR SHE IS FAMILY AND I MUST UNDERSTAND
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THE FORGIVEN STRIKE
THE FORGIVEN STRIKE
