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A Black Pot Boiling over To My Father who is NOMORE

My past is a  black pot
a boiling pain
Blamed and bubbled over
It is branded seared forever into my brain
with a never to be forgotten shame.

When my father"s name is mine no more
I want to remember that I was the daughter he left
He left me forever when I was young,
I don't remember all that time
I wish to remember all
And I wish to remember
NONE
I just know that it is all
DONE

I want to change my name
I don't want to love him any more.
He closed the door
and I want to lock it
He and me
NOMORE


He was not their when it was my birthday,
or when I was sick
or even when I was in a perfromance
He was not with me
oh! the other fathers were there
for other daughters

But He was not there for me.
I feel the anger that stays with me
and I wonder always
how his life  did end?
Was any one  ever in his heart?
Some one for whom he finally had amoments  thought?
Did he ever feel the pain He gave?
Did he even remember the last words
He said to me?
I remember what
His last  words to me  were
"give the phone to your Mother"

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  • Antebellum
    June 4

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    He said to me?
    I remember what
    His last words to me were
    "give the phone to your Mother""

    lovley write. sad story though.

  • a few mistakes but it's really good!
    Line 19: He and i
    line 20: No more
    Line 21: there
    line 23: Performance
    Line 29: Ended
    Good job otherwise!

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