My Father was a Rapist!A Poem by martinos74...it is Father's Day today!
My Father was a rapist,
He's dead now,
I only saw him twice in my life. Once behind the shutters of Her Majesty's finest, Where he was serving 20 years, And once as they took his wooden box, Through the funeral doors. I'm glad now and can rest at night, I'm glad now that he can't rest in peace. He was an evil man, lonely and angry, My only hope is that none of this is hereditary. He used to visit me, Every night, Shouting, threatening, staring, Telling me I'm worthless and just as bad as him, Telling me what he did to my mother, And how she was worth less than the spit on his shoe. Well father, daddy, pappa, You're dead, you're dead, you're dead, You can't visit me any more, I've banned you from my head. I hope it's cold down under, Amongst the dirt and the worms, You're living with the vermin and the ghouls, No pity, remorse and no souls. I hope it hurts you, As much as you hurt me, I hope you lose your freedom, pride and dignity, Just like you did to me. I've got a brother now who helps and knows not what you've done, He knows nothing about what really killed our beloved only mum, He thinks a heart attack was normal for a woman of her age, But knows nothing about living with a heavy, broken, stolen heart, Like she did from that evil day. This secret stays with mum and I, Too many people have shed a tear already, Too many have been left in pain, Too many hated their own face, Tainted by his shame. Now I'm a proud new father, About a month ago, My baby he's got pale blue eyes like his father, My father, my father, my father! You see, when I look at him, Those pale blue eyes they linger, They stare back at me, I don't know if it's love or pure evil, That's looking back at me. © 2013 martinos74Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 Tags: underground poetry, spoken word, poetry, acoustic Authormartinos74LondonAboutI'm interested in exploring poems, stories, words, rhythms, lyrics and sounds. more..Writing
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