Relationships

RELATIONSHIPS.

When people interact with me.

The relationships all seem to be.

Over and over and over again.

Full of hurt and racked with pain.

Relationships will remind me.

Of my dysfunctional family.

With abuse on a massive scale.

Where fights and spitefulness prevail.

Where I was bullied and was shoved.

But never was I ever loved.

They would go to extreme length.

To keep control with greater strength.

Without a thought and no remorse.

This was achieved with sharp brute force.

They had some cruel destructive ways.

That I endured in younger days.

Though from my folks I’ve long-since left.

I will still feel quite bereft.

I often sit and count the cost.

Of childhood now forever lost.

To have a childhood without care.

Is something that is always there.

No one ever heard my screams.

And they never knew my dreams.

Now all relationships I form.

Are linked to those since I was born.

I do much pining and some yearning.

To break free from past bad learning.

But anyone who now gets close.

Might well find that I’m morose.

As all that hurt and all that pain.

Comes right back to haunt again.

                                                B. Withers