If a mother is God, what makes a father?
A father to me was only tall tails
Something I could only dream and hear about from those around me
Something I grew with little of
Something I grew to live without
To me a father was history, something I never thought of
Until I saw it
To you I was something you regret
Not something you regret having, something you regret leaving
Leaving to fend for themselves with the cruel and angry God because of your own fear
Then only coming back when the God was no more
Asking, begging for sympathy and forgiveness
I don't hate your foolishness, or your cowardice
But I don't think you'll ever live up to the tails of a father
Not the tails I've grown to love.
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Poems Of A Soon To Be Dead
PoetryI like to write poems, and short stories. I thought of sharing them for a long time and since I have nothing to lose, here they are. Keep in mind I write for fun and have little experience so if they aren't that good don't be too disappointed. I am...
