As I lay in bed
unable to move
PTSD and sleeping pills
pulsating my system

I wonder is this the night I sleep
without dreams of terror
Waking in sweat my heart racing
my loving dog looking for his attack  

My mind still rages on, thinking
he’s out there if taken again I won’t survive
It’s never his fault he has problems
He was handed a bad hand

So he takes it out on his mother
his children his family those who cross his life
Wonderful dreams that come
he takes and smiles,  he desires what’s precious to all

Not a monster and not the devil
A man with no empathy except for himself
The pain he gives is to release his own
The wonderful dreams he takes to dream himself

A man who called himself my father
He never expected my fight
I fought for my life and my family
Fighting for everything I knew was right

The Running Iron was broke
He could never try to reclaim my life
I know he can’t hurt me or take what is mine
The old man was broken not just mind but soul

The man who plagued me
caused suffering to more than he knows
The battle fought for my peace
Turned the him older than what he knew