Poetry / Dear Dad

Persecution, you scream until my ears bleed.
Your ranting and demanding, these insurmountable expectations.
Greed, Adultery, the Glutton, you are Sin.
You preach we deserve our guilty hearts.
Your loud curses, pressing on every nerve.
Fiery hatred, you spit contempt.
Your hate takes a face.
You loathe yourself, you see yourself in us.
Silently we step back, hoping to elude your grasp.
Under covered breath, we hear our mother’s anxious request,
“Run girls, run! Lock those doors behind you!”

Unsatisfied thirst, you drink from poisonous chalices.
With a forked tongue your hell consumes.
You push and prod until bruises take shape.
Your voice makes us tremble with fear.
Your hatred brings my heart to tears.
You heart is barren, cold to the core.
You cry out hoping that someone will ask you,
“Why are you so angry?”
“Will anything bring you peace?”
Blessed with two wide eyed daughters,
We are eager for your love.

Your abusive posture, we can no longer endure.
We don’t want you, we ask for your death.
Hiding under the covers
Two sisters held hands and prayed.
Tear filled wishes sent up to God
As their mother took the brunt of the blows.
“Remove this evil from us.
Take him back, please Lord!”

The venom consumes you, insides filled with cancerous decay.
Your organs spill out like blackend soup.
Still in your weakened state, your eyes show no mercy.
You did not learn anything from your tattered life.
Once a toddler, now an adult.
Slowly you sink.
The man turning back into child.
You lay there dying,
Your eyes still wildly glaring.

We shall remain entombed in silence, until we see it laying there.
Your rotting corpse, cold and stiff.
Praise the Lord, that day came soon enough.
Those prayers were strong enough to not be ignored.

Death quickly approaches, a white
Glows upon your face.
Shallow eyes staring blindly, your mouth gaping wide.
Carefully we listen as your last breath escapes.

Rise up young mother
Tell your girls they are safe.
Your house is no longer filled with drunken rage.

No more bruises.
No more tears.
No more cowering in the corner, silently holding my breath.

Stand tall, exhale,
Relax and be seen.
It is now all right to speak.

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