Bleeders

We children of alcoholics,

When our folks bicker we their kids suffer,

The bleeding never stops,

My dad before me suffered,

Grandpa Paul was a first Sargent in the Medical Corps,

As a boy granddad was one of the kids that detailed was to find wounded and dead comrades in the trenches in France,

Flanders what we endure as youths etched away at our souls scarring us,

Granddad hid in a bottle to many monsters seen in the unseen eyes of falling friends,

My older half sister hurt me more with her atrocious lies then my dad,

I’m scarred she bleed me out,

If I was the monster she lied about I would have skined her hide after what she did to our lovely mom October terrorizing visit of 2014,

Mom and Ellen would still be alive,

No one would have ever found Diana’s rotting corps,

I would have found good homes for her dogs they were never responsible what she was,

I hope she has repeated horrid dreams of all she put mom and me and Ellen through,

I will forever regret not feeling her last breath seep out of her lungs,

I miss my cousins and my younger nephews as much as my dog Casey mom told me all about what Diana did,

Diana’s dad was a wife beater mother my dad Dr.L.N.Heike never hit mom,

Dad grabbed mom’s ear at Nana’s funeral and said let’s go,

Dad never ever didn’t hear how horrid mom thought that was after all mom was visiting,

Diana beat mom and tormented just like her dad did until mom had the common sense to divorce his sorry self,

Diana was a year and a half then,

No one really saw Diana her first husband was married to Diana longest and she had two children with John Cook,

Poor John, Diana told her daily John beat Diana and stood their wedding present,

Seeing my half sister clearer now I’m sure neither ever happened,

Our scares appear healed,

They were never visible we bleed inside,

But forever and a day,

Our flesh with in heart and mind is scarred,