Father:
When I was a baby,
My mind was a writing board,
Something you drawled on,
And never erased.
When I was a child,
You taught me how to hate,
You taught me darkness,
And covered up the light.
When I was a kid,
I was like a plate,
Never washed, constantly dirtied,
And never cleaned.
When I was a teenager,
I felt no remorse,
I was a monster,
That you had created.
When I was an adult,
I left for good,
Never looking back,
and just left you behind.
When I was an old man,
I died lonely,
I died bitter,
All because of you,
The one person,
Who could have,
Loved instead of hated.
I don't know why but I get very personal with poems.
YOU ARE READING
Random Poems
PoetryPoems that form a small glimpse into my life as darkness is left to embrace the shining light of something called hope.
