A BULLIED LIFE
You know I've never really loved,I've lived with it lost myself in it.
But I've never really felt love in me,
Although I can live with it in harmony.
Suppose when you come from,
a bullied background to many split gums.
You get to know fear it surrounds you.
Fear knows me and I think it loves me to.
Hate I know hatred it knows me,
I've lived with it, nurtured it.
It's the driving force I can never set free,
For if I do, that would be the end of me.
You can hit me kick me even make me weep,
I won't lift a finger to stop you, It doesn't make me weak;
If you attack one of my kin, my children or my wife,
I'll come after you and yours till there's no one left alive.
I've never looked for retribution,
When I've seen death from the inside.
You may get off with your bullying,
But you'll never get out of life alive.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-12-07 at 02:39
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