As a child so tiny, so small, so innocent, very quiet.
A wonder how to have grown up at all, with those mis-placed memories.
Only ones I recall were scary enough to cause nightmares.
No wonder my mind is blank, like my stare sometimes,
I just sit and stare into a space that was created along time ago.
An empty feeling in my heart for my father.
What is a father to a small child, at a tender young age, too small to remember.
That cold feeling of a hand on my feet
dragging me to misery and pain
So I went away to an empty space, so dark, so cold all alone.
Afraid to come back to see, to feel, to know what's been done to me, was all wrong.
my father was no man, no dad.
All I knew of him was misery and painful hurt.
There were no playful, joyful days, nothing that could be called sane.
I was frozen in a dungeon alone, my sisters would try comfort me
If only they could.
No my father was No Father at all.