Father Figure

March 25, 2009
Fathers home, time for me to leave
He doesn't wants me, I'm a peeve
Let him yell
Let him scream
The raving madman is a fiend
Innocent mother, what have you done
Do deserve such a hard life
You have been the most loyal wife
Now i walk away to my room
Nothing i can do to stop her Doom
Laying in my bed with a cross in my hand
Please god, save my mother from this rancid Land
My prayer became answered that very night
My gorgeous dead mother, What a freight
But the madman just sits on the floor
Out of his mouth curses pour
His devilish grim and raged eyes stunned me
My child, forget what you see
On second thought, come with me
I look with a plead in my eye
Please Madman, i don't have to die
This is just a bad memory, but this is my goodbye
No longer can i live with my mothers death
Her velvet red blood on my chest
Mother, tonight i come home
Ah, i feel the wind against my dome
Increasing speed as i draw closer to the ground
Happiness is what i have found

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Zero_Kiryu This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 8:22 pm
WOW. This is such a sad, yet hopeful poem. I love it, but it speaks the truth and that makes it scary.
Hope_Princess said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 12:15 am
The poor child! Good job and keep up the good work. Keep writing!
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