You left when I was six
For some selfish bitch
You were never much of a father cause
You left so quick.
That wasn’t right
You left behind
Three kids and
A beautiful wife
What a bastard you must be
To what us scream
For you not to leave
It’s sad to say that I wish you were dead
But I know deep down inside my broken heart
I hope one day you will come running back.
It's a passionate poem , with the sadness and the anger
ReplyDeleteI felt the pain and heatache in the poem , but also the child like voice of a child who is confused in what her father did.
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