Where there is life there is no hope
But one blank, tear stained, beaten face
Feels like your heart creeps up your throat
When your bitten tongue no longer tastes
I don't how many kicks and punches
But it's a carnage
I'm not sure how many lines or pages
If there's a message
No, I dont' know how many strides and pushes
Threats or courage
I'm not even sure if one could a**ess the damage
Or find the wreckage
Today's goat, good father knows
His fists clenched, spitting in my face