My Fathers Abuse

His life
His attitude
His methods of calmness
His way to shower me with love
He was perfect
He was my roll model

But then I got to know him,
He spoke with his fists,
Rather then with words.
I grew afraid

I ran
I hid
I trembled in fear,
But it’s like everything I do,
Is was all in vain

No matter how long I run,
No matter how far I run,
No matter where I run too,
He always finds me

As I hide in my corner,
I close my eyes and pray to God.
That some day my father,
Will cherish me again