Thanks dad.... for making my life hell....
a silent, shadowed silhouette--
a boss,
an enemy,
a stranger,
and
a loss to my heart.
the burden is felt
and carried
and known
that mark was made-
carved to scar
and lingers
in a place
where i can't wash it
clean
but
you were there,
and you knew damn well what it meant
am i supposed to re-define myself
because you don't know who you are or
who you were
and the mistake was already made
and a life is such a long time
and i should forgive you because
you didn't know better
and now you do,
yet still, are you sorry?
you always thought you had all the answers,
but where are all those answers now?
now that you are drowning
in the tide
of your own rage
Poetry by Meghan
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Written on 2005-06-22 at 17:54
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Thank You.... Father
and so he stood,a silent, shadowed silhouette--
a boss,
an enemy,
a stranger,
and
a loss to my heart.
the burden is felt
and carried
and known
that mark was made-
carved to scar
and lingers
in a place
where i can't wash it
clean
but
you were there,
and you knew damn well what it meant
am i supposed to re-define myself
because you don't know who you are or
who you were
and the mistake was already made
and a life is such a long time
and i should forgive you because
you didn't know better
and now you do,
yet still, are you sorry?
you always thought you had all the answers,
but where are all those answers now?
now that you are drowning
in the tide
of your own rage
Poetry by Meghan
Read 744 times
Written on 2005-06-22 at 17:54
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