Dear Old Dad

This is hardly a poem
Is barely a rhyme
But I have to tell someone 
What I’m feeling inside

I never had a dad
Just a beast in his skin
But the dad I never had 
He was a living sin

He hit me and screamed
He lied and he cussed
Whatever we did
It was never enough 

Dear old dad
He lied so much
He lied so bad
He made life tough

One lie that he told
Was simply ‘I love you’
That one was bold
And far from true

At age thirteen
I’d had enough 
I drank some bleach
And other stuff

I stood before death
But he looked the other way
And there on my deathbed 
I decided to change

I hated my father
Everything about him
So as his least favorite daughter 
I wanted to be different

I left dear old dad
And I changed for the better
If only she had...
My elder sister 

He can no longer tell me
What to do or to say
His poison is deadly
But my death’s been delayed

My mother is lovely
My sister was too
They both say they love me
But only one tells the truth 

Dad’s corrupted what’s left
Of the ones that I love
Just as ink makes a raven
Out of a Dove
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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