"Dear Father, Father
Where have you been?
The monsters back,
Have you not seen?
He's locked the doors
And chained my heart
He's cuffed my wrists
Tore us apart
He always comes by
When you go
Since I was young,
Did you not know?
These days you leave
Most days it'd seem
I wish you'd ask me
How I have been
I'd tell you how
I'm not okay
And ask you, please
Won't you stay?
Next time 'he' visits
Maybe you'll see?
Won't you be here,
To rescue me?
Oh Father, please,
Look what he's done
He's in your room,
Where have you gone?
He wears your shoes
Lives in your place
He shares your bed,
Even your face. "
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
