Every weekend
In his house
No choice but to attend
At first I had fun
Time with him
His favorite son
Video games, late nights
The dream for a kid
But reality bites
Deep in a dozen bottles
No regard to us
Big sister and I, fend for ourselves
Didn't see at the time
What was really happening
Youthful ignorance, sublime
Eyes forced open
With no food on the table
To teach us a lesson?
Head cracked open
Not his fault
But he didn't care either
Mild concussion
This time it was
"Just keep your fucking eyes open."
Baseball, he tried to teach me
Wasn't good enough
Ended with the bat in my knee
Little me, completely unaware
Something nearly hits me
Jack bottle through the air
Never wanted me to exist
He made that clear
When mom got pregnant, he was pissed
Tried to kill me, twice
Even before my birth
Beatings were his price
I remember the day
Barely over ten
The day he went away
Sister says she doesn't want to see him
Won't say why
"Just tell him I'm not here"
He looked for sister
Little me wanted to be funny
Pointed him straight to her
I'm so fucking sorry
I didn't know
What that monster had done
At the time I was upset
He left without me
When she didn't want to go
She told mom that night
Never saw him again
Good riddance
- 1/2/20
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PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
