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I’ve found a way to dissolve the pain

And it won’t come back till my pens away.

Writing down, the discreetly moving, words in my head,

Like a merry-go-round, at a county fair.

it’ll never go back to the way things were

my ink is flowing because of her

shadows are looming on the open floor

an animated silhouette of a lovers quarrel

Seven years old, I saw her sprawled out on the bathroom floor

Splatter paintings of her blood on the wall

My father a Rembrandt of “domestic” art

giving me something to cry about

two missing teeth and a broken belt

Scars will always be held, while my mental processes made their way to hell

I’m nineteen now and I’ve seen it last—

time it happened to me I stood by and watched the imagery

painting now with a brand-new brush

my pallet gave it a personal touch

He stopped beating her long enough

to realize me by the door, a diamond in the rough.

Telling him to stop with my fire filled eyes

I saw his blind-rage which made me wise—

to the effects of alcohol in a family unit.

Believe me, when I tell you what I learned from that

I can’t go back on my words from there

I can’t go back in time to there,

I can’t go back and see her stare.

looking for help from anywhere—was I?

the boy who wore a mans disguise.

pretending to be – something that he – never could be  (obviously)

starin at her in the hospital bed,

waiting for the news about her head

an anxious look from the doctor said

those four words that I’ve come to dread. (she’s free to go)

being there at home I hear an apology

promises about behavior changes that are broken rapidly—

resurfacing at the bottom of a bottle

coming out physically and more than full throttle

I tell you now, the vows I make, I keep to myself

lock them up in my poetry’s shell—shock from a vet

his health is under par—kinson diseases’ grasp

he teaches me tolerance patience and guidance from his error and his soul is stained black

having learned a lesson or two or three

I decided it was time to spread my wings

I flew the coupe, left the nest and left his side

I most definitely took her with me and taught her clipped wings how to fly…