When I was a child,
I was less then complete,
amidst turmoil, and cared for
by a mother who was weak.

A child without a father
to call my own, no siblings
to speak of, just me alone.

Then the angry teenager
forever stuck on my own,
alcohol and drugs were
my only comfort ..
a diversion from an
abusive atmosphere.

A step-father who beat
mother and me, not a
man, but a monster that
was my world .. you see

An alternate reality would
have been better than the struggle
endured freeing myself, from my
step-father's aberrant embrace,



Can I now lay down in a coffin, so cold to hide from the monster,
who has taken captive my Soul.