hobo

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The Axe Man

With a simple

Child like smile

The axe man says

Please come out and play

It’s such a nice day

I don’t know what to think

He has laid the axe to me

So many times

I am afraid

But he seems so nice today

He beckons me

Like he cares

And I want to believe

More than anything I want to believe

That he really cares for me

Nervous and afraid

Head looking down

Like I am the one

Who should be ashamed

I step out

Trying to look up

Without lifting my head

He has that same child like smile

But there is a different look in his eyes

There is great delight in his heart

For the pain

He is about to inflict on me

The mighty axe

Lays to my root

Cutting me down again

Leaving me laying in my blood

To hurt to cry

To weak to fight

The axe man got

Exactly what he wanted

He only hurt my body

But he killed my hope

— hobo, Jun 15, 2010

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Critiques

shirley harrison

15 years 11 months ago

dont trust the axe man!

brilliantly written Hobo stay away from the axe man he will only harm you! i will send tinka bell along to save your hope and your soul! fabulous poem!much love shirley harrison

diana duncan

15 years 11 months ago

Hobo, whether your poem comes from a real experience or it is what you imagine it to be, it really portrays the mind of a sadist and the fear of the victim. It made my heart race. Very strong use of words :-)

judyanne

15 years 11 months ago

fabulous write randy

but it made me feel sad small typo ? 'To weak to fight' (too?) love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

This is so good

I get the feeling you were talking about a tree, if so I'm all for getting that axe man and chopping his feet off, see how he likes it. Well done Hobo. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

hobo

15 years 11 months ago

The axe man is

The axe man in this sad story was my father and his mission was to give me hope so he could crush it. for some reason it gave him great pleasure to see my will broken. I guess it was some kind of thrill of power for him. I am guessing he probably had it worse than I did, but still no excuse

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

Sorry Hobo

Sorry to hear that I guess I was hoping this was some sort of story within a story. In a way you were that tree that I was talking about. Perhaps he just pushed you because he wanted better for you than he ever did for himself. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

shirley harrison

15 years 11 months ago

Hobo The Great

and just look how you turned out! beautiful kind caring romantic honest fun sencere and above all your a wonderful poet, so who needs Hope Randy not you ,you have it all! shirley harrison

diana duncan

15 years 11 months ago

Crushed Hope

I called this "Crushed Hope" - or is it "Crushed Hobo"? No, you are not crushed, Hobo, because you are able to use the power of words. I think Lou has done the same. I know only too well how a sadistic person gets pleasure out of crushing someone, especially their hope. And yes, there is no excuse. If you had it bad, you should try to make the world a better place ... if you can.

lou

15 years 11 months ago

Scarey

I had a father like that , I understand every word you wrote. much love lou xx

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Randy my friend

After reading the poem and the comments this made me feel really sad hun sorry :( well written poem though kudos love and hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Randy

Your Father, my mother, both just part of millions of sadists. It doesn't make for a good excuse that it was done to them. That is where free will and independent thought comes into play. A brilliant poem. Always, Cat

scribbler

15 years 11 months ago

axe

the monsters among us.Amazing the people able to overcome their upbringings.nom. for truth.........scribbler

Race_9togo

15 years 11 months ago

Your father

sounds like mine, your typical, run-of-the-mill sadistic psychopath. Good write. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

mand

15 years 11 months ago

A powerful write Hobo, at

A powerful write Hobo, at first I thought it was a horror poem, then I realized it was. For a young child to have to face that kind of situation everyday it must have been horrendous. Your Poem gave us an insight to the fear that you felt, something you have never forgotten. Something good came out of something bad though, you! Love Mand xxxx