Paternally Challenged

The impression that my father left are scars upon my face always chasing losers in the next race wish i knew what a dad was like Whisky aftershave Temper spent drunk upon the sofa cuddle broke and beaten mother crying on the floor She bought the cards i never signed She covered bruises in unlit rooms excuses born of desperation Stairs were never slipped Doors weren't seen Father you don't know what it means