A Son's Plea

Dad, why did you abuse me, break me so low? Why did your anger always have to show? With

every harsh word and every cruel blow, You shaped a darkness I didn't want to know.

Why did you hate me and wish me to bend, to a mirror of you, on that, you would depend? To beat me until I started to act just like you, To mold me with pain, to force me to be true?

I looked up to you, with hope in my eyes, Dreaming of love, of bonding ties. I just wanted a father, your guiding light, But you turned our days into endless nights.

Each strike, each shout, left scars on my heart, Tearing us further, keeping us apart. I longed for

your kindness, your gentle embrace, But all I received was your wrath, your disgrace.

Why hurt me for wanting to be your son, To share moments of joy, to laugh and have fun? Why punish me for seeking your love, When all I needed was a sign from above?

You wanted me broken, to fit your cruel mold, But in my heart, a story of sorrow is told. A child lost, in a storm of despair, Yearning for a father, who would never be there.

Now I stand, with the echoes of pain, Trying to find sunlight through the rain. I question each moment, I seek to understand, Why you chose to raise a heavy hand.

Dad, why did you abuse me, and break me so low? Why couldn't you see the love I wanted to show? In the shadows of hurt, I search for the sun, For all I ever wanted was to be your son.