They hit you like a fist And they hurt the worst The words of an alcoholic father He was able to sling them in a burst
They cut like a knife And leave a deep long lasting scar I never understood his hate And I wish I could seal the pain in a jar
He passed in ninety nine And I’m over forty now But those words always seem To come back and hunt me somehow
Out of nowhere I see his angry face And I hear those words of steel That’s when one realizes that he’s Been left with scars that won’t heal
Written By:Charles Kean Copyright was 2009 From my book New Angel I’m over fifty now and still I Hear those words of steel But Jesus is healing the scars That I thought would never heal I wrote I’ve been to Hell Years Later As a sequel to this poem. God Bless!!!