PAPA

By Preston Andie 

I visited your grave today... It was filled with cacti and thorns... It was bushy from overgrown grass and messy from the untrimmed lavenders....It was scary.... Separated from all humanity and the dead of your kind.... It was flocked with crows... The cross and the tombstone are cracked but still intact....


At the sight of your demice.... A lively smile cracks... Though a feeling of nostalgia strikes.... I miss you but the scars on my body depicts otherwise.... I have been writing still... All the bad you did... I still mourn on the loss of my innocence to my father.... A friend a home... In you....


Tears roll.. I wrote a poem when you were being buried... I didn't send you with honor..  there is no honor in such a monster like you... I hope you rot in hell... I hope you burn and suffer till the end of times.... I hope even when I pray for your forgiveness you shall not be forgiven... I am not family....


I read your eulogy on the news paper.... The claim I am your first daughter... Wake up from this slumber... Come tell them the truth.... Who was I to you?? Tell them you enjoyed long tiresless nights in between my legs... Tell them of how you scolded me... Tell them about your second wife that's me.....


I wrote another poem for you... I wrote how much I loved you... And how much I wanted you to change.... Take this rose and card know that you were the rock I wanted... I lied to everyone.... But I knew the truth... I love you daddy... Why didn't you become the daddy I Wanted...I cursed you...


Don't curse my actions of burning your graveyard... This crows mourn you... I don't.... Gree Abraham Lincoln and Shakespeare for me...Tell the world war heroes that they are still heroes in my dreams...


Papa.... This smoke emanating from your graveyard is my forgiveness sign... Goodbye...Papa



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