I: Steven Cunio
Words
Keywords: pain, loss, bereavement, relived, living, broken, numb, body, abuse, screams, soul, nothing, alone, trench, despair
Background: Xmas 2005, boxing day morning. Once again not seen my son on Christmas day, nor heard from him as per our worthless court order. This year it hurts worse as I hear his step dad being called father, a title he would deserve if he put mine and David's relationship first; David hasn't called again. My late dad's birthday follows and my spirits are low. The facade of their 'perfect' family unit haunts me as I experience the loss of what should have been mine in the face of the abuse that I left for the sake of my son. Alone, I weep, write...
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I Cannot Describe
I cannot describe the
pain of constant loss;
Bereavement relived
again and again and again..
So much pain my
body shuts down;
My head, my legs, my heart
broken and numb.
No more abuse
my body screams out;
No more abuse!
My soul withers to nothing
and my spirit dampens;
Alone, trodden and muddied it lies
In the trench of my despair.
Copyfreely December 26th, 2004
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