Nothing Man

Nothing Man
 
He has been scoping
the cluttered room for hours,
waiting for the best victim.
A lady that has had enough
to lose her inhibitions
and be easily agreeable.
In his mind, he is not taking
advantage of a tipsy mind
even when she wakes in the morning
not knowing what happened
or where she is.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
He quietly grips his household,
and guards with a silent, angry demeanor.
His subtle words cut all around deep.
Making the family feel
that they will never grow and succeed.
There is a dark aura of control
in the tight grip.
Never letting the rest feel good.
Hiding finances,
allowing only small allowances.
All about the under the thumb control.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
He thinks he is superior
then all around him.
Self-satisfying smile on his face,
thinking no one can
see or feel the arrogance.
Only being kind when he can use
the hearts of any other.
It is never his fault.
That is his manipulative legacy.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
 
He withholds his money and time
since being asked to leave the home
to get his own control still.
He never reserves to see the children
or help pay for their growing.
Not his issue, he believes.
If all of that should be given,
then he should be in the home.
Those are his thoughts, punishment.
He is not a man, he is nothing.
 
November 30, 2022
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022