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
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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