it was dark & hazy, his eyes blurry with tears,
his heart pounded & echoed within his ears.
Runaway! runaway! little, boy, leave the secrets there!
The stones were as cold as his icy, numb fears…
The brick wasn’t wedging loose this time!
he kicked & thrashed, a wild panic released…
& just as it fell loose into his trembling hands,
an even darker shadow announced the reckless beast..
Petrified for only a split-second with apprehension,
numbness clenched his stomach with savage force,
as he whirled & hurled the frozen brick at his father,
He watched the dark figure fall, a lifeless corpse
He felt his sweat turn into a guilty frost
As his he shook there bloodied brick in hand…
A nauseous wave of horror gushed within,
an overwhelming disgust he didn’t understand…
Little boy wrote his final entry that night
in big bold letters, he left behind for the world,
An explanation of what they found the next day
The tragedy of a man, a boy, & a fear-filled girl…
“At last the this house will be known for what it is.
a haunted mansion with no hope or life in this place.
I have become the man I always feared & despised..
may his name forever echo in hollow disgrace.”
The town gathered with guilt for many knew…
or was it for the better? a few bold asked…
How deadly was the pain she always denied,
when they ‘perfect family’ was finally unmasked…
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This is all from my imagination. btw. I am not this sad or disturbed. But once the idea occured to me, i couldn’t help but write the irony of an innocent child who comes to commit the greatest of sins. Once you live among the corrupt long enough, it will consume you. That’s the message this is meant to convey. IF YOU ARE IN A BAD SITUATION, GET OUT!!!!
it is almost just as much the tragedy of the mother who was willing to face daily abuse in order to not be publicly humiliated or embarrassed at all. If she was thinking of her son, she was thinking in the wrong way. Most everything awful that happens falls back into a secret somehow.
The greatest irony, is the forbidden journal, meant to be a secret itself, became the only voice, to reveal all the secrets in the house. it was that banned private, that revealed all the secrets to the public. ..
the only one who ‘lived a secret’ became the book of judgement. The truth… it’s what remains to speak, no matter how tragic that truth is. The stifled secret lives beyond those who try to keep it. No secret stays secret forever.