Fading Away From My Past

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 14th Dec 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A young boy lives in misery he hates where he is and decides it is time to go.

Fading Away From My Past

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a sad lonely little boy.

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty,
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of his fathers anger,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment.

As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday,
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.

Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
It cast its silvery beads all around but now days nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect.

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.

I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,
I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.

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Anger, Anger Problems, Bitter Gourd, Bitter Taste, Bitterness, Demons And Devils, Hate, Hated

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
14th Dec 2012 (#)

Terry, you have excelled yourself with this one .Excellent. By the way, are you that boy ?

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Yes

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Terry I didn't want you to say 'Yes ' because I knew it would make me sad , but you did , and I am ...but , tell me , are you okay now , or at least , getting there ?

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Stella I am fine I am happier then I ever have been.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Now I am happy for you , and in that I too am happy, or at least , content .

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
14th Dec 2012 (#)

For the mother to treat her child so bad,
She should have never been a mother.
For she is the disgrace to society,
Hurting child because of father.

I am a mother with a boy too,
But he is everything to me.
He is my angel apple of eye,
A gift of Creation to me.

I love my child and give him my all,
And like a tiger I fend all the evil doers away.
We all get together to defend our cub,
And protect our place of stay.

Now its time for the world to see,
How it affects the world in heart.
When they harm the innocent for vile games,
And tear their world apart.

They destroy the world from feeling of love,
The kill the beauty of the real mother for free.
For you fill that child with hurt, hate and remorse,
And drive them to the vices for free.

When you change the world with love in heart,
Forgiving each and every unkind soul.
You destroy the evil that is floating around,
And become pure and true and whole.

I was heading down this pathway of life,
I looked at the face of my sleeping child.
I knew that I needed to fill him with all my love,
To keep him sensitive, disciplined and mild.

It made a difference when I did opposite way,
It helped the whole world around just see.
I was radiating that magical love,
Which was devoid carnal desire of ecstacy.

For what is a man who is with woman,
He has the emotion of love no doubt.
He has an instrument to express himself,
Without it he could be the worlds biggest lout.

Try to feel the emotion in heart,
Let the feeling flow through the veins.
Its the magical exhileration that will never part,
It creates sweetest angelic strains.

With joy of life and no sorrow in heart,
Accepting life just as it comes.
With or without a man in life,
I become the giving hand.

I live for my child devoid a man,
I realised that they are no be all and end all.
I told this clearly to the husband,
And got new beginning not a curtain call.

For now he has to live with the shame,
Of Cheating openly on his wife.
As I walk with my head held high,
With my son as my love of life.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) Lady Aiyanna 15th December 2012

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th Dec 2012 (#)

A beautiful poem from a beautiful person. Thanks for sharing.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
14th Dec 2012 (#)

most interesting...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Thank you cnwriter I have read most of your work and it is a joy to read.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
15th Dec 2012 (#)

dear Terry , your poem excels all others. I'm glad your man was able to close the book and move on . bless you

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author avatar Terry Trainor
16th Dec 2012 (#)

The cat cartoon is fantastic. I still cannot open your calender.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
15th Dec 2012 (#)

Thank you for caring Stella and thanks for reading.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
16th Dec 2012 (#)

I have to make this quick , as I am off to Cafe Church today . I am sorry you cant open calender .actually , neither can I . I have had poem for my benefit from L and all is good. Anyway . God bless you, and the Best and her pet. I'll catch up later my friend .Be very encouraged , and be happy .

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author avatar Terry Trainor
16th Dec 2012 (#)

Thank you Stella, see you later and have a great day.

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