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Mr.WeatherMan


A man stolen by alcohol

intoxicated monster more as

blurred actions tearing family relations

not to be remembered by next dawn

 

A man giving scheduled abuse on the daily

not able to hide from the overcast he fabricates

clouds form with nasty words fogged into my brain

words inscribed on a bullet aimed at my temple

 

A man tempted to pull the trigger

every word belted from his lips

the action is further welcomed

anxious for the freedom

 

A man that i can’t escape from.

a daughter constantly under whips

directed straight towards self worth

beating down any fight i ever withheld

 

A man that makes life not worth it,

gifting it to me in the first place

relationship meaningless

but you are blind to the damage you have caused

 

A man that inherited pain

and passed it down to the next generation

a tradition bound to multiply

one i don’t want to be apart of any longer

 

A man i recall to be my father

that title holds denotation

but has never contained the tenderness

to be transformed to dad

 

All you have caused is pain

left an anxiety stricken daughter

to learn how to go endure everyday

with panic in her heart and self image down the drain




 

but ill help you, daddy

ill replace your hand

but im scared, daddy

i can’t breath under pressure

but ill do it daddy

ill pull the trigger

 

look, daddy, i did it

 

i hope your proud of me daddy

i hope your proud..

 
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