Pops

i found this poem i wrote a year ago about my dad leaving us.

Hey its me

One of your three sons you've abandoned unexpectedly

Why'd you have to leave

my mom, three kids, and a perfect family

When you left, you took apart of me

My innocence, my childhood dream

 

Its sad I'm not on the right path

Instead, I'm following in your sorry tracks

Smoking’ herb, ditching school, living in the past

Inhaling dust-off, almost killing my sorry a*s

 

Where were you with your ball and mitt?

As I was standing out on the pitch

Waiting for you to teach me

As i found out you turned your back on our family

 

I've seen the light, flash in front of me

As I hit the floor, losing blood so suddenly

 For ten minutes, I've been withdrawn from life

That I've been living so strong

 

I rack that folklin like you take that morphine

You take those pills, while I smoke that tree

We have so much in common

I consider myself a drug baby

You lied to her face

Keeping that stash in your secret hiding place

You were fake, you were never there

It was all just a dream….to you