Goodbye Daddy

June 14, 2008
I hear
The sound of his voice.
He yells and screams.
The sound never stops.
He never stops.

I feel
The pain and hurt.
His words hurt like his hands.
There's no way out.
There's no way out.

I smell
Hatred and intensity.
The alcohol and cigarettes.
The smell is destroying
the family we were.

I see
The fighting and the hurt.
The way he chooses the things
that hurt the most.
He is SATAN!

I once knew a father.
One who loved and cared for me.
He was like a rose on a summer

That man is......


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