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An Incarcerated Father

He chose the illegal way, instead of honesty and prayer, to deny his sordid existence with the blankest stare; and while tragedy strikes home, he can't evade those prisons' walls and run free to comfort with his shallowness a wife drowned in sorrow, struggling to make a living, giving more density to an empty feeling... An incarcerated father,, temporarily alienated from society,while his kids' dreams are incinerated; had he been a good dad like others have, nothing of this sort would have happened..no goodbye, no tears! Fathers, ponder over this and spare them many useless heartbreaks! Never let them see you dragged in chains to a courtroom, and feel the humiliation of the harshest words from a furious judge! Is this what you like to hear and not change anytime soon? What makes any man desire others' possessions that they earned with their sweat; what makes a dishonorable human being seize, by a swift and injurious hand, what isn't his? Desperation and deprivation play their role, to bring to completion the Devil's schemes of deceit; any remorse, not to suppress guilt, and make this sin remissible: to erase everything from his conscience consumed by greed? An incarcerated father, dreaming of those innocent faces, he condemned in hell without any fault of their own; heartless father, take another look at them and see how they shiver; they would like to hold you, but something holds them back... if you are capable of carrying out the evil in you and hurt strangers, how will they ever trust you and not see that as a possible threat? Untrustworty and unworthy one...you have failed as a dad; and would they understand and rescue you from the inferno you've created? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Date: 8/15/2009 11:50:00 AM
In the first line the word is "chose" not choose. I never knew my father and he never knew me and its affected who I am all the way to 66 yrs. old. I'd be grateful for a Dad even if he was locked up ... smile ... forgiveness is a worthy goal for us all. Great write here, Andrew ... can you tell its got me going ... LOL
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Date: 8/14/2009 9:19:00 AM
What a day. Some very unbelieveably outstanding writes I am reading today.Thank you for sharing yours with us Andrew. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/13/2009 11:41:00 AM
I can't imagine the agony of growing up with the type of father you describe, Andrew. His wife and children pay even more than he for his illegal acts. We can only hope the children find a better role model to emulate and that the mother finds someone who will bring light and love to her hardship-filled life. Very intense and incredibly penned write! Love, Carolyn
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