A Teen Who Became An Adult
Dad, had you been more faithful as you were in youth
and much devoted to mom, God would have opened wide
His door and blessed you, not punishing you with strife...
but the burden weighted on me feeling the scorn and wrath.
I grew up with a lack of paternal affection,
no hugs, no encouragement left alone and sad...
it was very hard to get confidence and feel ambition;
I could have leaned on his shoulder and be very glad!
Hope was never lost, I looked to Heaven
and He consoled me in times of endless fear and turmoil,
He was a Father I could confide in and lean on;
why was my dad so restless and chose to live in Hell?
Dad, my youthful days would have been brighter and without tears,
immensely cherishing the happiness of two happy parents;
unfortunately, it couldn't be realized due to the shameless lust
for your mistress imposing responsibility on a teen who became an adult.
Entered in Frank Herrera's contest,
" Coming Of Age "
Written by Andrew Crisci
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