Through tears I try to write about an atrocity of enormous proportions.
My whole world was changed; my boundaries of reality were torn apart.
With shock and indignant anger my soul must accept the reality as is:
My best friend’s father is the antithesis of goodness deep in his heart.
The sins of the father are, in this case, visited upon the daughter.
Repeatedly, she is covered by eerie silence as she awaited his arrival…
Her mother failed to keep her word to God that she would protect young April.
Both mentally and physically; a part of her must have died to ensure survival.
Explanations for her dysfunctionality come rushing forth, like a seething torrent,
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse claimed her father’s dark soul,
A volcano of anger, surreality of corruption and filth unparalleled,
Her precious seven-year-old heart will forever have a gaping hole.
David’s honorable code of conduct facing cataclysmic stress and strain;
Can you imagine discovering your father of flesh and blood guilty as sin?
What is God’s excuse for allowing such a travesty to happen to her?
How does her dad excuse himself for permanently damaging his own kin?
Whose father was first to blame for such abhorrent and vile conduct?
Generations ago, proverbial Satan was defrocked and indeed, humanized.
A dirty family secret must have been passed on under threat of retribution.
How does he keep his pact with the Devil and look in his daughter’s innocent eyes?
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The poem “Anti-love” © Jason Merchey 2000-2017
