FatherA Poem by pam lovemy father
My father was a sad drunk, fighting his demons , real or not !
Looking back I now see , in life he despised his lot. Mother so cold Winter should have been her name! There are plenty who say : she drove him insane ! " As an innocent bystander , I have my doubts !. Father had demons and demons come out . He was a soulless monster full of hate and regrets . Leaving terrified children unable to forget ! We never had a life as long as he drew breath . If regrets were diamonds he would have had great wealth, as it was he is a coward who killed himself thanks dad © 2018 pam love |
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