What A Waste Poem by Richard Wlodarski

What A Waste

Rating: 5.0


Where were you
When your dad
Killed your mom
After so many wasted years
Of diabolical abuse

Where were you
That first day
You saw his fist
Punch her opened eye

Where were you
When his savage bite
Tore her lips to shreds
And blood fell to the ground

Where were you
When her banshee screams
Flew neighbors to the moon
And the fires of hell



I was in jail
For attempted murder
Of that satanic bastard
Never my dad
Just a piece of trash

That first fierce fist day
Already in jail
Of his own shit making
Broom closet dark and cold

Frozen paralysed scared to death
Of a monster less than human
Jack The Ripper reincarnated
Shredding every single one in sight

In a mental asylum
Of hellish proportions
Trying to kill everything and everyone
Wishing to be in the cleansing fires of hell

Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abuse,blood,crazy,father,life,memory,mind,mother,murder
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was inspired by the true life stories of The Freedom Writers. What they went through, and logged in their diaries, is beyond comprehension. I sincerely hope that the poem does them justice. And that it receives the vast audience that it deserves.

This poem is dedicated to all victims of abuse. Those who didn't survive are etched in Our Memory. May they rest in peace.
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