Short Story.It's called "Physical Abuse" The Later Effects!
“It’s called physical abuse”
The later effects!
I watched him
Hands going up and down
Then again side to side
He kept beating
As if trying to remove
the natural shape
of her face.
There were people going by
But no one dared
for he was a known
One of those bad boys
But he had her picked out
She was his next victim
She was going down
He was beating
Out of her
I was still very young
but for years I watched him
Every time he got enraged
He would call out her name
Even for taking too long top answer
He just went ahead
Taking whatever frustration
out on her.
I watched her as she cried,
Sometimes I believed was needlessly.
But it was not so and it was not up to me
I guess the memory of it all would take some toll.
I was not the one subdued
Being at his mercy
From what I saw he was a beast
I was not the one at the tail end of his fury
I was not the recipient of those
As they exposed the wounds
As I watched the blood from her mouth
often asking myself
What manner of man, and also asking what she did
On her face is showsed
I was not the one who grimaced in pain
I was not the one who then bowed in shame
I was not the one who seemingly had no choice
I was not the one in that forever worsening
Situation, not the one listening to him
Screaming angrily, with that echoing voice
I was not the one living in fear of my life
Not the one scared, won’t dear to mention anything to anyone
But however, if your memory serves you correct.
I was the one who eventually stood up to his rage
I was the one who put fear aside, to get up on his stage
Where he once again was trying, without reason to destroy you
Like rebel without a cause.
When I said enough was enough
Yes I was that person who put myself on the line for you,
And now look at what seem to be the best you can do,
Look how you show your rendition of gratitude
By acting selfishly arrogant,
Sickly and rude.
Though many years have passed
And it seems you have caught your second wind
Now you are feeling strong, showing what I am convinced
Is the "Later effects" rebellion!
But we/I those that were there for you, are not the ones
That’s now going wrong.
I know what physical beating, what abuse could do?
To a child, or young woman, the mental anguish can stay
With him/her for quite a while.
Though the physical scars will sometime all fade away?
It takes years for the mind to feel safe enough
To come around and say all is well
What you are going through is the "Later effects" and that’s were it will have
A devastating effect on anyone, during those recollections , asking
So the truth is now; and here are your symptoms
Exposing themselves in this, the true effects that it’s having on you.
Those seemingly foolish arguments, those antics that
a child some time puts on,
See what happens now that it’s grown
I am not a doctor.
But I can tell, I know when someone
Needs to pay a visit to one.
A mind is not supposed to have problems when it’s at rest.
And, as I have watched you through the years,
But you have never tried to fix it, you only did what you thought
And that was to run away, and here you are now
And here I am again, smack dead in the middle, in that familiar position
There are no kicks and cuffs slaps or punches being thrown this time,
But the going is rough.
I know you need to see a doctor, but the "Later effects" have
already taken hold.
The memories brings on rebellion and quick rage,
See a doctor!
In the possession you rebellion is commanding you to say what for?
Though the demon is not around
Rumors have it, that he’s six feet under the ground
But you must not forget this time, to let the doctor know.
Your condition is psychological and about forty years ago.
Tell the doctor
About those thunderous punches you received,
And those times when you found
Yourself gasping for air, difficulties while trying to breathe.
Tell him that all you did was cry,
There was no healing, only grief still can't figure out why?
It’s not a secret any more, there is no need for it to be
There are thousands like you out here
Everywhere you look, it’s quite Easy to see!
It’s called physical abuse and you are suffering from ?
The later effects!
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