PUNCH BAG

(A real story that still continues n is heart breaking. I have tried to portray it in just a few words).

Dread I, getting up every day;

A firing squad I face everyday.

How very scary n  strange it is;

But the firing never does cease.

Reason can be any, real, imaginary or weird;
It's consequences, I have always feared.

Strange it is; in childhood, with maturity I was treated.

In my years of maturity, like a punch bag, I am treated.

Lord how long will this last, I am absolutely tired.

Why is he always in an attack mode,  ired.

Destiny we write, so I have to myself blame.

Just help me O Ahura, to burn quietly in this flame.

Wait I for all my agonies to soon end.

Myself, I can no longer protect or defend.

Armin Dutia Motashaw