Cam Mac Poet Rhyme

Padre

I'm holding in my anger 
Knowing I'd die to be the strangler
Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat 
I'm just mad not literal
But when your dad's a criminal
There's a  minimal amount of father hope
It doesn't bother me no, 
But it keeps haunting me so
I will keep wandering not knowing where to go
No Padre in my home
What an odd-way to be grown
I guess God made me to be alone.
While you and your dad are sittin fishin 
I'm visitin my dad in prison 
My only mission is too inform you what you're not missin 
Because while your parents are laughing and kissin 
I'm starin havin to listen to my dad share his caring "wisdom"

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Shadow Hamilton April 18, 2015 at 5:54 AM Cam congrats on being featured hugs

Annabelle Bally April 9, 2015 at 9:26 PM heavy and deep - nice

Poet Destroyer A April 6, 2015 at 7:09 PM PS, CAM, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy 2015, with New Poet Friends @-> LINDA <-@

Poet Destroyer A April 6, 2015 at 7:08 PM Cam, this is heavy. My Padre is the opposite of this. You carry so much. I can't imagine how hard it is to you. Love the poem, it is heavy and deep... Linda