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Autism II

Contains some profanity.

You took my son!
You stole our boy!
I hate you, you bastard!
You fucking bitch!

He was beautiful before,
full of smiles and laughter,
but you came and made those
oh so rare, from that point, ever after.

You silent seeker of childhood,
leaving your dopplegangers in their stead,
our lives turned upside-downwards
because of the thief they keep within their heads.

I see you smiling with devilish delight.
Oh! I see you now, but it’s all too late.
You robber of family harmony, of emotions,
and learning, you promoter of selfish hate.

You teasing whore of hell, taking not quite
all of their thoughts, leaving enough
of the sweet and the good that the
sad, tempestuous patches seem so much more rough.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.

Autism I

I look and listen as you roar,
so unlike the child you were before,
all full of kisses, hugs and love.
But now your demons have you shove
and scream and kick, your angry show
makes me hate the Hyde in the boy I know.

I doubt myself
and my place in this
family of ours,
so often stretched,
to breaking point,
because of this wretched
condition of yours.

But just like that, all is, once more, serene
but we know we’ll play out this scene
sometime soon: days, weeks, maybe months, if we
get lucky. We wait and see.

It disturbs the rhythms of our life.
School and work; child and parent; husband and wife.
We all get hurt, some more than others.
Feeling so lost, it stifles and smothers.

An original poem – please seek permission before reproducing in any way.