Father Is Gone Again

Sixteen years ago he left me, I was only two years old. He chose a life of crime instead, At least that's what I've been told. He never tried to come back, No gifts, cards, or calls. While he was drinking and running from cops, I was learning how to crawl. He missed my first steps, Missed my recitals and my first play, He missed all my brothers football games, I wanted to know why he didn't stay. I thought it was my fault, I turned toward men and drugs. I was only eleven years old Meeting up with plugs. I replaced him with pills and powder, Their love in place of his. For seven years, I road the high, Until the overdose had proved what this life really is. Mom forced me to detox, To rid my body of the addiction. The drugs, the drinks, and the wanting to know How my father could cause such an affliction. I've been sober for a year now, Sober from drugs and my need for him. And though it took some time, I know, The truth is rather grim. He’s never coming home again, He chose the life he leads. And from him and all of my hurdles, I have finally been freed.