There are people in this word we cannot trust
One of those people, is my father.
Is there super glue for fathers I wonder?
Duct tape to keep one together?
I remember so much I wish I didn't.
All the fights about him almost losing his job,
All the times he was unable to convince my mother that "we'll be fine!"
There was a strange look in his eye when that happened,
Like he WANTED us to lose everything.
Sometimes he'd disappear for the longest time.
I remember the last time it happened,
He left and no one knew where he went.
He came back, but changed.
His eyes were darker, unkind.
He knew he to hurt us, mom and I.
He's still missing to me.
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Dont Look Behind The Wall
PoetrySometimes its better not to look past the barier of emotions, the walls youve built to keep your mind safe. | Glimpse behind | This is a collection of some of my best works. I'm constantly adding and removing things, if you have something...
