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I learned, my father, what I expected least;
that within you there was a beast,
a monster who came, light or dark,
and left on me his dreadful mark.

I was so young, I was just a child,
I used to have fun, I used to be wild.
But when you released the beast on me
I got lost in myself with nowhere to flee.

I no longer played with my friends like before,
I felt too ashamed now that I was your whore,
even though I didn’t know what it meant
I knew that my youth had been twisted and spent.

The shame and the horror took over my mind,
I trusted no one, even those who were kind.
I no longer felt I could deal with the strife
and while just a teen I tried ending my life.

I rejected a girl, who once was my friend,
because I didn’t feel worthy of her by then,
she had taken me home for her mom to heal
and showed me sometimes that love can be real.

That act of kindness had given me hope,
and also had given me strength to cope.
I wish that I could remember her name
so she could know that it wasn’t in vain.

I still had to fight like hell through each day,
coming to blows with the beast all the way.
But because of a friend who helped me to see
I knew there was good in the world just for me.

I finally got the help I would need
to get me past your terrible deeds.
My kids are grown and I’m proud to say
they only knew love every step of the way.

The mark of the beast has tainted my soul,
and because of your lust I will never be whole.
So even though I’ve fought and won,
the mark of the beast will never be gone.

Darkhorse 71
john
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The Mark of the Beast

Contributed by darkhorse71 on Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 11:12:09 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



The Mark Of The Beast

I learned, my father, what I expected least;
that within you there was a beast,
a monster who came, light or dark,
and left on me his dreadful mark.

I was so young, I was just a child,
I used to have fun, I used to be wild.
But when you released the beast on me
I got lost in myself with nowhere to flee.

I no longer played with my friends like before,
I felt too ashamed now that I was your whore,
even though I didn’t know what it meant
I knew that my youth had been twisted and spent.

The shame and the horror took over my mind,
I trusted no one, even those who were kind.
I no longer felt I could deal with the strife
and while just a teen I tried ending my life.

I rejected a girl, who once was my friend,
because I didn’t feel worthy of her by then,
she had taken me home for her mom to heal
and showed me sometimes that love can be real.

That act of kindness had given me hope,
and also had given me strength to cope.
I wish that I could remember her name
so she could know that it wasn’t in vain.

I still had to fight like hell through each day,
coming to blows with the beast all the way.
But because of a friend who helped me to see
I knew there was good in the world just for me.

I finally got the help I would need
to get me past your terrible deeds.
My kids are grown and I’m proud to say
they only knew love every step of the way.

The mark of the beast has tainted my soul,
and because of your lust I will never be whole.
So even though I’ve fought and won,
the mark of the beast will never be gone.

Darkhorse 71
john




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Re: The Mark of the Beast (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 05:36:25 PM AEST
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No, in a sense.. it will always be a mark upon your mind and heart..

The good part of it is this.. even though there was shame.. broken parts of a heart.. I believe.. that...

What happens to us... can be a learning device for others on how to cope with such tragedies..

To teach others... to deal with happenings..

If anyone of us can find that pinpoint of light, grab hold of it.. we can come out of darkness.. we can explore new worlds.. rejoice..

Something greater than we are.. is watching and protecting...

This is something said that I pray for all who need encouragement.. who can find the blessings in our lifetime.. to heal us.. to show us.. to stop us from harming ourselves.. so that we can be present in order to help someone else deeper in trouble than we are...

*****That act of kindness had given me hope,
and also had given me strength to cope.

People come and go out of our lives.. even though we are not near them, at least.. those beautiful people were there for us when we needed them the most. We truly learn from others..

I try never to shrink away from those people with experience and expertise greater than my own..

I am not out to impress anyone either. I don't need to be their intellectual equal.. I am in search always for those who rejoice in serving others to prepare the soul for a richer place other than here on earth.

John, your writes move me in so many ways.. They help me to stay focused on who I am and who my beautiful brothers and sisters are out there..

You are definately one of those rare breeds.. The committed person.. who will be there for us all..

I am so very happy that you nurtured your children so that they can take it another step ahead.. Love is truly to be blessed..

Thank you for another wonderful picture of how true reality is.. real life..

Raquel Leah ; ))



Re: The Mark of the Beast (User Rating: 1 )
by Millennium on Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 09:47:47 PM AEST
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your poem is amazing...
i'm so glad i found this poem...it definately touched me...keep writing..you'll go far


Re: The Mark of the Beast (User Rating: 1 )
by desireemiote on Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 03:43:23 PM AEST
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That amrk may never leave you but that also means you will never repeat the horror that was done upon you. Stay strong and continue the love to the grandchildren and so on. You were hurt but you can make a difference and you already have. Great job!
Megan(and her bun in the oven)




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