Haiku The Blunt Stick
I feel the blunt stick
Beats me into submission
Again and Again
The pain it has caused
Caused my tears to fall like rain
No, it doesn’t care
First time it hit me
I fought back with all I had
It won in the end
Second time I won
But lost much in the battle
An eye was the price
Third time I am old
Took my reason for living
Blunt stick is laughing
I was young back then
Child died in seventy-seven
Stick beat me way down
Many years passed by
Thought blunt stick had gone away
It lurked in darkness
We all fought so hard
But grandson lost his right eye
Lived through the battle
Blunt stick strikes again
Husband fought the battle hard
Blunt stick was too large
Blunt stick has a name
Mere mention brings fear to all
This Cancer devours