It is hard.
For those who do not understand
Father’s day
is not always fun and games
there are those who do not want
do not need
to have fathers shoved in their face.
There was no caring father
not a one in my life
he was duplicitous
alcohol his drug of choice.
Abusive
liar
set me on a path of destruction
killing myself
my heart
my truth
me.
Time came
retribution was mine to take
draw you in
tempt you with your choice
I am waiting behind the door
you will pay
for the pain I finally accept.
Daddy dear
I loved you once.
Daddy dear…..
I hate you
poison you
stab you
excise you from my memories.
Were you not dead
daddy dear
I would be sitting in jail
murder on the plate
thankful
the demons got to spend.
©June 16/19
Picture via Pinterest
Such a hatred isn’t worth to be kept,, it’s better to erase that relation out of our mind rather than keeping it’s memories,,,,
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These are the memories some will have and that is sad. As fathers, we do have to accept that our duty is to show love to our children. If that love does not come naturally then something is wrong. A poem of this nature does have a place, even on this special day 🙂
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Thank you. A lot of residual anger here
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I hope it does help if you vent from time to time. Memories of this nature come back to haunt on a day such as this
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That is for certain.
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Brilliant!
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Thank you 😊
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Nice one. Love the pic.
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Thank you. 😊
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