Preservation
This is my depressing dedication
to the lustful salvation
of a father that drownd
in his own sick fantasy
the death to a daughters
innocents and child-like mind
this poem is for a father like mine
This is about his devotion
and lack of education
That confuion made
this is the story the thoughts
my childhood memories
How a family
could be torn apart
from little or no faith
lack of trust and epic humor
happiness was never found
All hope left
on a world filled with
imagination
no time left
for an inspirational
mystery for the life of misery
here a peice of passion
to peace of mind how could people
be so blind
I never asked for sympathy
nor did I beg for war
this was just the visionary truth
that made life sore
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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