My Childhood2 mins 117 2 mins 117
The demons are real
They prey on weak and powerless
They take away everything within you
Leaving you hollow and soulless.
They visit me every night
Every moment, when Mum’s not around
When I’m all alone here
In this dark room
Waiting for someone to come by
To say I’m here tonight.
I told my Mum don’t leave me alone
I hate being the victim of Dad’s burst-outs
She says it’s all temporary; nothing to worry
The gloomy days will be over,
The sun will be upon us,
And the sky will be clear.
This seems exceedingly unlikely
For I’m the only child
My Mum left for heaven last year
She’d been a victim of Dad’s fright.
I saw how he struck her on her head
And to heaven, she was fed.
I look for her presence every day
She visits me in my dreams.
I cry myself to sleep,
Just to see her face once again.
“What is heaven like Mum?”
I asked her last night.
“It’s like all you’ve ever wanted”;
But this merriness is short-lived.
Since I woke up to the sound of tumbling.
And there he stood, filled with anger and rage
And I knew my doom was near,
He struck me thrice in the back and head
But I didn’t feel the pain.
I now wish for my time
When I cross over the oblivion
When I’m finally with my Mum;
When there’s nothing to fear.
This is the childhood I wish
No one ever gets
No one is fear-stricken
No one gets to feel this pain.
Happiness, jolliness, chivalry
Suits a child’s innocent face.