The Sin Of My Father

The Sin Of My Father

          Senseless rages at midnight – hiding under my bed in the dark, my heart pounds, stomach aches.

          …but he is your father

          Breaking glass, the sickening sound of slapped flesh

          …he deserves your respect

          ‘You little bastard,’ he calls me

          …he does work hard

          We live in madness.

         

          He’s dead but he follows me.

        I hear his echo in my voice, see his shadow cross my face, feel his rage burn inside me.

        I’ll never trust myself completely.  I’ll always fear what may be lurking within.

          ...but he is your father

 

          Today, in the mirror, I saw his eyes looking back.  

©2012 by L. M. Baumer

images ©2012 by L. M. Baumer