Father
I bet you didn’t see this storm coming.
you’re so toxic
that your words burn holes in my skin
you’re so spiteful that i pity you
i know you’re a troubled man
and i understand that you
have this ability to think you know everything
but i bet you didn’t see this storm coming
the one where i hide at the mention of your name
the one where the dust has not yet settled
you caused this war between my mind and soul
you took my childhood away
haunting my head and distracting my happiness
it’s because of you
that i was inconsolable
at 3am most nights
you think you’ve broken me
but i have a fire in my belly
and i will continue to extinguish you
you forced me away
because you couldn’t handle
the responsibility of being my dad
crawl back to the hell you came from
and never breathe my name again
About the Creator
Jaca (Poetry)
thank you for reading my pain
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