A heavy dose of fog covered the city
leaving minimum sights to see.
The dampness of it all felt good enough
to cover the heat that soon will be.

Lights could be seen in a distance as
the day began to come alive.
Passing vehicles created creepy illusions as
crickets sounds slowly became deprived.

What lurks within the fog could sometimes
leave one's mind to only guess.
It become so highly tense at times only to
cover up a decaying city and it's big mess.

there were secrets that couldn't
possibly be talked about.
pride mostly taken over and that's
without a doubt.

kicked and scratched up and many
times knocked to the floor.
a screaming man's voice never heard,
no authorities knocked at the door.

tortured for being kind and a hostage
trying to keep afloat.
afraid for his voice to heard and even
afraid to write a note.

a common conversation would be a
reason for a fight.
if things didn't go her way and if she
didn't think it was right.

he stood and he took his bruises like
some say you should take as a man.
she took it as an entitlement without
making efforts to try to understand.

she didn't care how much pain she
caused, it was just her way.
she became more violent with the
abuse, believing it was all okay.

she didn't care about his feelings or
what anybody else would think.
she could cover it all up with a smile
and with an eye blink.

it was all about her feelings and it
was all about her having control.
he was living in a world that says
that a man shouldn't bare his soul.

this man lived his life thinking that
life was to always be this way.
thinking abused men should be quiet
without having one word to say.

she lives her life daily and without
losing any sleep at night.
continuing to be the abuser and to
believing that she's still right.

A grandfather's heart is always
under construction.
With plans that are never
complete.

A grandfather's mind continues
searching for the excitement
for which he's always
willing to share.

A grandfather lives in denial when
it comes to his grandchildren
having to leave and go away.

A grandfather is keen with a mind
that's sharp and knowledgeable.

A grandfather is warm with his
thoughts and his loving hands.

A grandfather is a bundle of joy
like candy on a Christmas day.

A grandfather is a spiritual leader
whether he wants to be
or not.

A grandfather is a mountain
of gold.

A grandfather touches the hearts
of many because he himself
has a very good
old soul.

the poison still haunts mentally
and the desire is gone.
to be free once again to touch
what's right by defeating wrong.

the scars that linger increase in
the most dramatic pain.
circles swirling all around above
one must be insane.

the grip of the vice get tighter as
the minutes go by.
there are tears from swollen eyes
but one can't cry.

sorrow seems to come easier as if
it's in a much higher demand.
there's not a cure for the broken
heart of a dying and lost man.

for reasons untold there seems to
not be a way out.
nobody's doing any talking because
everyone's feeling doubt.

pleas and screams they all are yet
to remain unheard.
voices talking inside of my head
refusing to be disturb.

in my room it's dark and her
terror is always there.
she spoke words of i love you
but she really did not care.

she believed in anger and the
painful acts of deceit.
she believed in domestic terror
as a way for her to compete.

her face was a thing of beauty
her heart was made of stone.
even seeing herself in a mirror
she wouldn't admit to wrong.

she took away everything when
she'd taken my child away.
she did it out of malice because
she lives her life that way.

my pain has been kept a secret
for so many silent years.
whenever i see her face i relive
all of my fears.

no one knows the pain that comes
along with all the shame.
living with a female monster
one without a name.

Something scary is scratching fiercely
at the doors of my heart.
Caught up in a lions grip and there's
no escaping of being ripped apart.

Sometimes the pain within goes back
to the innocent of childhood days.
Caught up in the middle of a storm
that's deadly in many ways.

The chains of darkness only tightens
with sorrow in the middle of night.
Caught up in a broken spirit that's lost
forever without the will to fight.

Tough to see chariots of freedom that's
so unwilling to come to a halt.
Caught up in a sandstorm of skeletons
causing one to remain distraught.

dancing and dancing all throughout
the house.

playing hide and seek and a game of
cat and mouse.

a very happy little girl and that's all i
hope she'll ever be.

loveable and having a heart that's wild
and carefree.

childhood memories of how things used
to be for this old broken man.

if things were seen through my old eyes
how much would she understand?

old eyes versus the newly opened eyes
of a brand new day.

would she change the world infectiously
to see things her way?