Father Figure

Dear Dad,

That haunting night the benevolence was broken.

Between smashed glass and endless screams,

The hurtful words spoken

Still haunt my dreams.

 

The next year, the kindheartedness was shattered.

One thing between him and me was a damaged link.

The chain broke as his words scattered;

He continued to guzzle another drink.

 

The last inch of the spirit being lacerated,

The court compelled him and me to coincide.

As tension seemed to dissipate,

The judge severed us with pride.

 

How can you cherish someone, when he stomps all over your soul?

Even when you acquit his sins he still loses control.

 Love,Your Broken Child

 

This poem is about: 
My family
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