A young couple joyously together plesant as can be
Happily working, loving homelife filled with such glee
Twenty four and twenty six the lady and the gent
A doctors appointment over a baby heaven sent
They are jovial when told the news but scared at the same time
For their lives are going so well, lifestyles sublime
They talk for months about what they are going to do
For she earns more money, both working daytime is through
He decides after she finishes on maternity leave to stay home
The usual workings of a family life have been overthrown
He is fine with being the at home father and loves being a dad
Her friends tell her that he is the type of partner they wish they had
But they all are unaware that he has a side that is shrouded
By the love she has for him her perceptions are clouded
She sees that he is a loving father and a caring partner
He couldn't do anything wrong to her or their daughter
He takes perfect care of his daughter through her younger years
Her first steps, picking her up from falls and wiping away her tears
But then his wife got a promotion and had to start working away
Sometimes having to travel interstate to his dismay
To his three year old daughter he started to show
The side of him that his wife and her friends didn't know
He started to do some things to her, play and fondle
At night when as he tucked her in her bed he would straddle
He would have one hand caressing her body so small
Saying "quiet hunny its all ok" speech in a drawl
When mummy would come home she was scared to say
What daddy was doing in the night and of the day
her mother was too busy most of the time when she was home
So she though it was best not to annoy mummy and left her alone
Many more trips away, her mother had to do many more scarring nights
Many more unsaid words, and as she got older many more verbal fights
By the age of eight she would scream every time her dad entered her room
For she knew he was there for one thing, to "play" bride and groom
Not the wedding just the acts of the night after they wed
She would lay there terrified frozen to her bed
Aged twelve and she still couldn't tell her mother of what was happening
She saw that maybe her mother would see that she was committing sin
So things kept going how they were till one night
When she had given up all hope and lost the fight
Her mother was due home late this evening
But not early enough to change anything
She was sleeping peacefully as it seems to her mother
Unfortuantly she has fled the nightmare of her father
Her mother found that out the next morning just before work
Her daughter had left a note, her father she did shirk
She had slit her wrists and left the clues of his doings
Her mother fled the scene and he rots in jail for his sins.
Author notes
IF YOU HAVE READ THIS PLEASE COMMENT I DON'T CARE WHAT TYPE OF COMMENT IT IS BUT PLEASE COMMENT.
Please be totally honest for honesty is the key to success.
For those who have read a fair bit of my poetry this is another one to add to the collection.
Please let me know if I am over-doing the topic in your comments.
Comments
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Wow
That is powerful stuff - I almost had to stop reading it. It's very well written. It's just horrible knowing that this does happen to some people. Nonetheless, well done.
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Babe, reading a poem like this and then scrolling down and like seeing a giant "IF YOU HAVE READ THIS PLEASE COMMENT I DON'T CARE WHAT TYPE OF COMMENT IT IS BUT PLEASE COMMENT" is a bit scary cause that's like shouting and its a bit scary.
And I've read all of your poems which you have on the internet which is like A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT of poems but I don't think you're overdoing the topic and I don't think anyone ever can, cause there are so many people who are just like ignorant of stuff like that and they think that if it doesn't like happen to them then they don't like care and don't see that people are hurting but this piece shows that and might make people think and realise what's happening. *changes the subject* The rhyme scheme that you use is like a bit overdone though. Not that you're like bad at rhyming or anything like that but sometimes you arrange the sentences weird to make the end rhyme and it doesn't flow as smoothly.
But anyways, I love you and miss you and am probably sounding obsessive right now since I just said I've read like all 300 or so poems you have up but whatever <3 -
so sad. the pain is so intense. wow, the backgound seems a little unfitting for the poem. You are not overdoing at all, it is brillent. your poetic talents shine through here
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It is truly sad that these kinds of things take place. I was lucky I guess, it wasn't my real father who treated me inappropriately. And I didn't give up. As far as a title goes, I would call it "Unhappily Wedded Bliss" , it has a twisted connotation to it, don't you think? Other than the private comments I sent you in message, this is powerful, sad, evocative, and twisted. I like how you put yourself into the poem and let out a powerful message. Well written.
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