'Dad' Poem by satira black

'Dad'



He was always drunk
I was always scared
I wanted suburbia without a night-cap
Just a kid I wanted life without a secret
Nothing to explain and no excuses to make
I wanted to be normal
I became a loner branded as shy
Enough time has passed for me to value my experience
I use it as a guide and explain it with my actions
It makes me interesting

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Samael Wolf 01 September 2007

Excellent and heartfelt. Lifes wounds become our armor.

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