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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Word of the Day Challenge #99-Untitled Poem

I use to never fear
I use to never look back 
you changed that
I use to never worry
I use to never…..
You came in
dove to an olive
hands held
spoke with divinity
making me your child
your disciple
your means to an end
plans oh so foul.
Creep
silent footfalls
peering here
gathering all the secrets there
returning
loyal lapdog
anything to retain your sick attention
to remain your favorite
even as you striped me of my innocence.
Hunger for acceptance
becomes vile hatred
set to side
found another
younger than I…..
younger than I when you took me
molding me
seductive innocence
striking blade.
I sit
your head upon my lap
your eyes sightless
stroking your hair
crooning to my precious
never aware
of just how insane I was.
©April 16/20
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