Second- Hand Punishment
by
Christopher Doss
(Age: 21)
copyright 04-29-2003
Age Rating: 13 to 127
When he raises the glass
and drinks the alchohol;
as he consumes this poison-
my soul slowly dies
my life is destroyed
I am the one who is punished
I wake from my dreams
to this uninvited reality
A young life left unexplored
So much dirt
Swept under the rug
leaving a lump
that hurts when stepped on
The shadow he throws is dark,
pressing cold hands
tightly around my heart
Is there no escaping
the future he offers?
Am I doomed to follow
his path leading to emptiness?
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Following in sometimes footsteps is harder then making fresh ones, because you mold yourself into something you're not supposed to be. The abuse given through the hands of a drunken person is terrible. Let's hope for the best, and the abuse to stop.
Second-hand punishment comes in various shapes and forms, but the beauty of it is we don't have to follow in its footsteps. Great write, Christopher.
Nancy