I see a man
In the corner of my eye
He's always standing still
Or moving oh so slow
The man is my father
Staring me down
I'm the flesh
That he thirsts for
The fresh skin of a young girl
That was created by him
Now damaged by scars
The fresh skin
His hands wondered
On her body
For it was not his wonderland
To wander on
His curiosity got the best of him
And left his only daughter
With scars
That are deeper than
You can ever imagine
Her mind
Damaged for life
Him?
Twenty five years in prison
For taking advantage
Of a little girls innocence
The innocents of her mind
Is gone
She realized years later
What had happened to her
She found out as if re reading a chapter
She made her body
Into the white canvas she would paint on
And only used red paint on it
I see a man
In the corner of my eye
Today
Watching me
And killing my mind still
I see a man
In the corner of my eye
Who watches me
And broke my mind so badly
To where the memories replay everyday
I see a man
In the corner of my eye
Who haunts me
Who haunts me
Who watches me
Who is my father
That had taken something from me
That I can't regain
I see a familiar man
In the corner of my mind
Who will be there
Until the day I die
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
