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
Picture via Pinterest

Retribution

The first to disappear:
blonde
blue eyes
dimpled cheeks
all star college boy.
The second to disappear:
chestnut hair
hazel eyes
sneering lips
spoiled frat boy.
The third to disappear:
black hair
fake green eyes
thrilling voice
entitled rock star.
No one knew what to think.
No one knew what was the link.
Clues
hints
tantalizing signs
pieces of the puzzle
left behind.
Leaflets blanket the city
announcing a new 
exciting
wonderful 
exhibition 
people began to speak
to gossip
to speculate 
as to what the show would be.
As a gimmick went
this artist was brilliant
for everyone flocked to the door 
awaiting the designated hour.
The gate rose
allowing entry to a darkened room
vast 
echoing
lights aimed to highlight the works of art.
Cage 1:
Rapist.
Rapist without a penis.
Cage 2:
Abuser.
Abuser without fists.
Cage 3:
Murderer.
Murderer without tongue.
Explanations were found
beneath each cage
as to the crime(s) committed.
Life far fled
victims became heroes
the artist 
never found.
Retribution will find the evil ones.
 
Feb. 3/19
Photo by Samule Sun on Unsplash