My Childhood

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”;

She says.

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.