The Price of Punishment

I want to write to you 

 tell you how I feel

 but I'm afraid the

 words  will make it real 

 I think you will get angry 

 and then things will get worse 

but the silence is deafening

 in my private curse

 If we are really quiet

 and we all pretend

 the anger won't go away

 the broken hearts won't mend 

 I am sorry to have hurt you

 I am sorry you are down 

I'm sorry I can't be more

 I'm sorry I make you frown

 My heart aches for you more

 than my fractures ever did

 I ache for what I can't have

 I ache for what I did

 I'll pay the price of punishment

 til I can't pay any more

 I ask for your forgiveness

 If it is something you can afford

 12-01-08 BjM

September 15 1975

 September 15, 1975 

I did not hear the ring

Upon the fence I climbed

I saw my father leave

I heard the ambulance chimes

Without a spoken word

I could feel the fear

The world about to change

This was very clear

I heard my mothers voice

The facts she did unwind

Death had taken grandpa

Upon the fence I climbed

BjM 9-15-14