Where were you, daddy?
There is one person I can't seem to escape
He hides in my memories
constantly running up and down my spine causing shivers and quakes
the one person that was supposed to be a masterpiece
He was never there
and I always have been and always will long for his time
but to him I suppose he sees me as an unnecessary affair
So as he lived and thrived,
I treated all of his shortcomings as a crime
I developed and unnecessary anger for him
but when he prematurely died
I laid all night and cried
because with the realization of his was complete absence I found it quite grim
that I would never again get to see him
Regardless of all the pain my father caused me,
Regardless of the times he failed to be there,
I always felt that we would eventually become a pair
but now with his death I can forsee-
the pain of never having a father will forever live with me.