My father
Gluttonous beast
Bloodlust freak
Greedy jerk
That's my father
He watched me weep
Torture me physically
Mentally, emotionally
How I hate him
When I was little
He left me at home
Alone I sat
At our front door
Afraid of monsters
Until it's dark
He would return
Drunk and tired
He punch me
Not once nor twice
Slap me hard
Until I taste blood
He doesn't love me
I'm sure of that
He has favoritism
I wanna die
Hell, hello there
Take my soul
Away from here
Before all monsters
Big and hideous
Break loose
And kill him
Cold, bleeding death
That he
Of all people
In earth
Utterly deserve.
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Our Untold Story
PoetryThis is our story, Our Untold Story. This book is a bit messy since this is my very first poetry book.
