of a dad who never was

not as a father but 

had performed let me say and rightly so

as a sadistic pretender to that title


danced the child all the ways through false promises

to where the evil side of his nature

would be waiting for her to grow and assume her prisoner status


how she would learn to dread his waking,

his rising like an avenging fallen angel

angry to be sober

while relishing the enjoyment of loves dismissal


looking for any empty excuse

to bring her little world crashing down.

Had carved her childhood out in his minds dark image


Now though year's long 

decayed in eternal absence 

yet his demanding echoes persist

clear as spring water pools

she that continues to feel she is obliged to drink from


her ingrained obeyance to dance

with his sin blackened spirit goes on.


How much I fear that she will usurp his ghosts throne.

◄ birth of memory's death

most utopian of independencies ►


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Rose Casserley

Sat 21st Sep 2019 11:59

fortunately, Philipos, and very much so, my experiencing, of this terrible kind of existence goes only as far as the poem but I most definitely agree with your point about those who have suffered such a ' life' having the courage to bring their stories out into the spotlight, thereby empowering others like themselves to hopefully follow suit.

And fortunately again the latter as you say does apply to me and I am grateful for your kind wishes.

Ruth, being a good ' face reader ' I feel assured that by looking at yours I can safely assume that you have had an upbringing totally opposite to that of the kind of victim mentioned in the poem.

You are absolutely right Don in what you say, I should and will do in future point out my ' non-involvement/s ' so to speak and save anyone who is kind enough to comment thinking it is personal the time they take in offering supportive words that don't really apply to me.

My thanks to you my friend and to Jason, Philipos, Ruth, Kate, Julia, Jeannot, and Avishek.

Rose 💋

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Don Matthews

Fri 20th Sep 2019 23:36

Well done on an important topic Rose.

One cannot assume the subject concerns the writer unless they specifically identify themselves in it.....

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Ruth O'Reilly

Fri 20th Sep 2019 22:23

What a powerful piece Rose, you have touched on a very important topic.

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Fri 20th Sep 2019 19:17

Oh dear Rose - one for the tissues this. Listened to many an ogre in the past decrying any part he had to play in his un-sullying. Well done you for having the courage to bring it out into the open. My healing thoughts to you any readers similarly situated. It takes courage to flush such things out - whilst others tell me it is also quite empowering. I hope the latter applies in your case. May you know peace, kindness and healing. Blessings. P. 😒

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Rose Casserley

Fri 20th Sep 2019 19:09

just imagining this kind of life gives me the goosebumps and it is well known for the victims of such predatorial lives to become the new predators.

A vicious destructive circle indeed.

Thanks a lot, Jason.

Rose 💋

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 20th Sep 2019 18:24

That really touched me Rose, I don't really know what to say about it yet, except that it's really very good.

J. x

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