Dear Dead Dad

A poem about my dad.

Dear Dead Dad
by Austin Runyon

I'm glad you're dead
I think
Maybe I'm telling myself that
Because the ulterior is just too much to bare
The truth that I really do care
I hate you for all the suffering you caused me
Are these lies just to cope?
Maybe I understand the why more than you or I will ever know
And maybe I want to keep it that way
Maybe one day I'll grow
But for now I'll just keep on hating you
To deal with the fact that I loved you
Despite
The spite
It's easier for me that way
Or maybe you truly deserve all of the malice
To be the eye of my ire
And now that you're gone I'm clinging to an ideal I never had
To cope with the fact that the you I see really was my Dad
I hope that wherever you are
If you are
You know
Because I most certainly don't

Reviews

[Esteban Morfín]

Thank you for sharing something so deep and personal. Loved it too.

[John the Baptist]

A lot of pain in this one. Some wounds take a long time to heal and can't be forced to. It's a difficult task, but one that must be undertaken. The alternative is lasting bitterness, which poisons the very soul.

[Austin Wade Runyon]

I felt a lot better after writing this. I think I'm fine with it now.