Dead End Poem by William F Glennon

No one seemed to care or notice we were there.
Never wanting people to see the pain we share.

The nights shattered by helpless pleading
for mercy. The alcohol fueled rage of a father
angered for his own misgivings in life.
Protection was never easy for an abused wife.

The abuse was vengeance for our existence.
The deep scars from our resistance. Our hearts never
protected. Our lives ignored and neglected.

The trauma never leaves your mind.
You never asked for a future that is
so unkind. Finding meaning from the
past is a healing process. Time will tell
if your heart will ever have forgiveness.