Dethroned Of A Title (to my father)
It wasn't just a wound, it was a puncture
The blood oozed out
But you didn't even bother to look,
It was a condition that no longer mattered to you.
Your indifference is what caused the final blow.
The laughter and the smile on your face was the entity that sat on my heart
As the pieces of it shattered you were gone.
Your conscious told you your hands were clean
Just put the blame on me
Call it - growing stronger
Cause it reverses the guilt.
You've built this lie that allows you to sleep eyes closed tight
All I wanted was your love.
To be enough.
My sister and I cried out your name, cried out forgiveness
All what was returned was their echoes bouncing off your back
We lost our father, our friend, the respect we had for you.
Just like your presence,
It's gone.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
