Roller Coaster Poem by Howard Kern

You come; you smash, to cover trash.
You yell, I yell, we loose.
Emotionally
I have been shot,
I have been stabbed,
I have watched myself bleed,
I permitted a dichotic wrath,
GOD knows twenty years or more,
A toll will cost a soul and life!
Yet, still yet, I say a prayer,
For that girl, I love so dear.
My angry wounds that don't bleed,
I need pure love or they wont heal.
Not a kid or a father's hell!
Wounding donor that don't care!
Emotions can't tear,
till starting to heal.
Yet, I say a little prayer.
GOD, love your daughter, I know well.
Let her know I love her still.