I saw the hospital in the distance
Parking the car behind
As the sun shone
Through the summer days
And I walked through the doors
The lifts on the right I rode
Them to the upper floors
As I had been summoned
This sickness of a man
Summoned me to his beside
And there he sat
Shrivelled, old man on his bed
And just before his dying day, and his last breath
Just before he was to meet his maker,
Whomever that may be,
I pushed aside the hospital curtain
Please forgive me he said
And I had flashbacks of my child hood
Extremeness of the inhumanity
The thoughts of how many children
That this peodophile had terrorised
Day in day out, they lived in fear
And I knew what I had to say
I knew that I could not lie
And from somewhere deep within me it started
And from somewhere it came
The howl of a soul, many souls injured
The screaming so that the hospital staff would hear
And it lasted about 20 mins
Until the nurses took me away
The drs would need to sedate him
And all the nursing staff knew
Know that he was forever not at peace
Know I knew he would reside
That hell would be his salvation
And I walked out of the hospital with pride
1 comment:
Wow! This really rings true for me and I felt like I was sharing your triumph over the abuse. This poem gives me hope, and the courage to continue along the healing path. Thanks for letting me be a part of your victory!
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