I don't have many memories of my dad
How sad
Just blobs of color and faint images
I'm not even sure what happened when they divorced
I understand what he did
He was a bad man
He deserved it.
I remember when he wanted to see me again
As if what happened was gone
It was like good old times
Except I wanted to die
No father to help me
No one to call dad
Wash those bad memories away
Watch the blood flow down your hips
But it's ok
I'm ok
I'm fine
YOU ARE READING
An Unfinished Apology
PoesíaPoetry not meant for those with weak minds and pure hearts.
