say Papa you loved me
you raised me, u cared
but Papa I hinder
you make me so scared
say Papa you care for me
you raised me, you did
but Papa i wonder
think of the times I hid
say Papa you'll protect me
you tought me, you tried
but Papa I'm doubtful
you strip me of my pride
say Papa why so?
you hurt me, you thrive
but no Papa I'm tired
i regret having you in my life
please Papa just prove me wrong
you have hurt me more than just physically
and now its just been too long
A contest entry
- Skeletons in the Closet? by XHollowXEyesX.
800 points, ended June 2, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is sad and tugs at my very heart. I so desire men to be involved in the lives of their children - to love them and influence them for good. When I read or hear of a man hurting his child, it grieves my heart.
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oh wow. what a gorgeous and depressing write. You have great courage and talent to be able to write upon this. The flow and style of this piece is breathtaking, flows so smoothly. I am going ot be reading it again and again.
The language that you used is so...heartbreaking and raw.
I hope that you will find happiness and forgivness oneday.
Thankyou for entering
All the best
~Hollow~
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