Paint peeling walls
And caving ceilings
That's how it was like
Waiting for my dad to die
It was an interesting feeling
All of a sudden caring
About the old man
Because God was tearing
Him from the physical land
I never loved him
He never chose me
I never hugged him
He never kissed me
Because he never wanted me
Nor did I have a desire to be
his
I never wanted to be one of
Those kids
Waiting by the window screen
Waiting there, for someone
Who did not care
And as he died, his heart
completely bare
I sat in the chair
Still struggling not to care
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
