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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Shredded Sanity

Caught
tangled in silken web
crouched below
blood drips
thousands of pinpricks
make you scream.
Cruelty
etched in your face
lips
sneer permanent
eyes
dead within
no doorway to soul
for none is found
within your mind.
Cackling
matted hair
grimed state
battered
bruised
beaten
never realized
time would come
we would arise.
Fists plunge
hands pinch
feet kick
words spewed
abuse needed to be repaid
this I promise to you.
When
as a child
you had me on my knees
head jerked back
screaming
demanding
that I show you respect
as parent you deserve
hatred began to rise.
I bow at your feet
caught in shackles
tied in memories of the past
your death
unto me
shall be…..
so so sweet
from now
until eternal repast.
©June 2/20
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