Like my existence was meaningless I felt
When the fatherhood exit button instead he pressed
With his anger rootless and not thicker than the quicksand
But shallower than the kiddies pool he never took me to
His footsteps drifting away
Like a blade sharp into my quivering heart deep they cut
A wound stitches couldn't fix
Yet again I died
Buried in a coffin in my gut miserable
Like a dark hole he just staffed his misplaced misery in I felt.
And though being beat in more than one
And in repeat so weak no choice but to retreat
Forgiveness preached not understood
for though being young my shoes are big
And yet he lives
Amongst the fatherless I'm counted
©kgadilap
K