Father's Inspiration Poem by Dylan Rivera

Inspiration doesn't always come so easily.
I find it hard to create
when thoughts aren't always where they need to be.

Life, taking me far away from writing
because Life and I are fighting.
When your father just attempted suicide
by throwing himself in front of a truck,
writing gets overlooked,
drafts get rudely cut.

But yet,
here I am.
Writing,
Even though words on paper are not
in my plans.

Father, goddammit.
You steal from me happy pieces;
I should call you poetry bandit.

I love you
but you hurt me black and blue.
Sometimes,
I wish you would go away.
But without you,
I would have almost nothing to say.