Happy Father’s Day

***I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I finally came to terms with what had happened to me. Be aware that this can be a trigger poem.***

All around the world

from east to west

children celebrate their fathers

while I wish you dead.

Wait…..

you already are….

dead that is

although you haunt my nights

you haunt my memories

terrorizing me still.

Creeping and scurrying

hoping that none see

you stole my childhood

when all trusted you

to keep me sheltered.

I seriously cannot account

for the hatred that I feel

I would rather stab you in the heart

than acknowledge you as my procreator.

Did you think that I would fear

the gates of hell?

Did you think that I would not dance with the devil

if only to watch you burn?

It turns out

that I am capable of murder

for all the troubles you did cause

I have been promised

that when I arrive in Hell

I will be your tormentor

as you have been mine.

©June 17/18

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