IT WASN'T OVER WHEN YOU DIED
A
poem about how child abuse can be passed on through generations:
It wasn't over when you died,
When I was still too young to know
The damage that you did inside,
The pain that I would undergo.
When I
was still too young to know,
You did to me what things you would.
The pain that I would undergo
Came later, once I understood.
You
did to me what things you would
While I lay numb and still. The hate
Came later, once I understood
The sorrow that you came to sate.
While
I lay numb and still, the hate
Arose in you as love, as need.
The sorrow that you came to sate
Then passed between us in your seed.
Arose
in you as love, as need
To undergo yourself in me,
Then passed between us in your seed,
Became your lasting legacy.
To
undergo yourself in me,
The damage that you did inside
Became your lasting legacy.
It wasn't over when you died.
©
by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Journeyman.
By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI
To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/itwasn.html. For more poems about child abuse, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/childabusepoems.html .
