Caged behind metal bars,
In a little room.
Lived a man,
Who was my dad.
A broken soul,
Lost in this society.
An addict,
Who lost control.
A woman beater,
A sex offender,
You called him.
But to me he was more then that.
He was a human being,
Who had a rough childhood.
Abandoned by his father,
Thrown out the front door.
He felt broken,
Torn apart.
But you wouldn't know that, by just looking at him.
Years of therapy should have helped the doctors said,
But here laid a man just wishing he was dead.
It was another person broken by the world we live in,
No amount of praying will save him, the pastor said.
An just like that,
He disappeared.
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoetryPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
