Poignant Memories

Cackle

harsh

murder atop the eave

candles burn

behind vacant eyes

see not

dancing in disguise.

Voices call

push

this way

and that

telling me 

who is good 

who is evil

who shall live

who shall die

have I come all this way

just to lie?

Chortle

hear within 

grating cold 

down to your soul

know 

Jester is coming

prancing

preening

skull in hand

run 

run 

fat one

here I come. 

Dancing 

flickering upon wall

patterns 

I watch

they talk to me

I am sure.

Distracted

layer upon layer

hidden within

damage you did.

Pretty pretty colors

flame knit wall

I will go for the jugular

this fat man

I do promise. 

 

©Sept. 7/20

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No Father of Mine

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

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