The Gutter...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Jul 27, 2023
“I grew up from the gutter...in Toxteth, Liverpool 8.. by the time I’d reached nine yrs old...I’d learnt how to hate!.. A drunken Irish seaman...was nominated to be my “Dad”.. ...off would come his leather belt...but the beatings just made me mad!.. I’d never witnessed anger...I’d never seen a man with rage!.. It was something I’d have to get used to...as I grew wise with age.. Anger would consume me!...whenever I saw his face!.. hatred grew within me!..I wasn’t in a good place... I wasn’t like the other lads...I enjoyed time all on my own.. Something was missing in my life.....a dads love I’d never known.. I couldn’t see an ending...my mind was full of stress!.. Seventeen, and going nowhere....my life was in a mess!... ...”Then she came just like an Angel...standing there in front of me!”... “She pulled me out of the gutter...showed me just how love should be.”
Tags: Love, Deep,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 27, 2023 at 3:00pm
Mary...my Angel...
Christopher Russon
commented on Jul 27, 2023 at 6:18pm
Excellent poem Frank .a sad reality.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Jul 28, 2023 at 12:19pm
Thanks for reading, and your comment Chris....
