He lashed his anger upon me
Bruised my flesh with every hatful word
My love for him still stayed strong
My back endured all the pain and
It stood stronger as he became frail
He could not raise his fist nor speak
I did not act on retribution
Tho it was my turn to raise my hand
And my voice
What I did was bath him so he can clean his soul
feed him sweet warm food to help him speak
Gentle words
What came to his tongue words I never heard
“Forgive me”
for I did, the moment after I baptized you
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 4:00 AM UTC
He lashed his anger upon me
Bruised my flesh with every hatful word
My love for him still stayed strong
My back endured all the pain and
It stood stronger as he became frail
He could not raise his fist nor speak
I did not act on retribution
Tho it was my turn to raise my hand
And my voice
What I did was bath him so he can clean his soul
feed him sweet warm food to help him speak
Gentle words
What came to his tongue words I never heard
“Forgive me”
for I did, the moment after I baptized you
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