Angel
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Note: This is a sequel to the previous poem "Idiot" with the imagination of what if..................
Angel
I have awoken from my nightmares
I have grown up from my screams
The years have been kind to me
Except the first few of terrorizing fear
I am a big girl now
Why I shall soon be fourteen
The boys chase me for that magical kiss
They have no idea how they all miss
For I have had only one love
He is the only one buried deep within my heart
It’s him I must have
And have him I will
The prison doors will open
He will walk right into my arms
My letters show him my pure devotion
He smiles knowing I am there, his potion
He was away for ten years
For family issues he doesn’t like to say
I will take care of you daddy
Each and every day
In the half way house, I fix his first dinner
A pill you see will make him somewhat dimmer
Off to slumber he falls
Soon he will wish hell was his first call
Awake now daddy?
How does it feel?
Tied up tight, must feel bloody good, right?
Don’t worry daddy, I am sure to bite
Now daddy used to have fingers
He even used to have toes
Now he has no manners
He throws up as I go
I toss his eyeball against the wall
Like marbles, such games are fun even when we tall
His other eye seems not to believe
His daughter in his footsteps weaves
So he misses a tooth or two
With no feet he needs no shoes
His legs are soaked in his bloody pain
Yet I must discipline him, at his own game
I am such an angel at my high school dance
The inside of me I don’t show, there is no chance
Let them see my angelic eyes
My daddy sees my pleasures has he cries
I read the bible when I was nine
Eye for an eye, now that’s so fine
The molester is being punished for his crime
I am may be fourteen, but I drink the punishers’ wine
My daddy hasn’t much breath in his lung
Why soon his story will be the last sung
He paid in full his debt to me
I made sure of that, the devil did see
The world is one happy merry go round
Think twice if you wish to screw
This four year old child shall return it to you
For flesh and blood, I shall collect every pound
Bye bye daddy
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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