About the Poem
How can a child deal with the abuse of a drunken father. Perhaps by writing poetry many years later ?
Fault |
| by Lloyd Klumpp |
| Pitied man. I held you once In such a high regard And waited on a fathers pride, A single guiding word. But drunken fits And angry shouts Filled places meant for warmth, Slowly killing all respect And turning love to loathe. A child cannot understand The power of the brew, The undeserved striking hand, The emptiness in you. Passing time dulls the ache And clears the eye to see. The problems that you had back then Belonged to you Not me. |
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6 Visitor Comments
morgan
this poem really reminded me of my childhood, growing up with my abusive step-father.
Carla
This brings back old memories!
Anna
I really enjoyed reading this poem. Besides being beautifully written, it brings about the issue of how terrible child abuse really is, and inspires people to help in the prevention of this "epidemic". I feel empathy toward you for what you went through, but am glad that you realized that the violence you experienced at the hand of your father, had nothing to do with any fault of yours, but was your father's problem alone. I'm sorry that he took it out on you, but you seem to have some sort of peace now. My thoughts are with you, please continue writing.
jess
your work is great
bryan
thank you for this inspiring poem, i can relate so greatly but have never found the right words God Bless
Nickola
It's very rare to find a poem that I can relate to completely, and even more rare to find one that says what I would better than I could. Thanks for letting me know I'm not alone.
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