Short Story.It's called "Physical Abuse" The Later Effects!

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

moving around

But no one dared

Say anything

for he was a known

One of those bad boys

around town

But he had her picked out

She was his next victim

She was going down

He was beating

The daylights

Out of her

I was still very young

but for years I watched him

Every time he got enraged

with himself

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

Unleashed

I was not the recipient of those

Thunderous blows

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

Why Me?

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

Resurfaced!

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!

Bless.

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