The Creature
In the dark my tears fall
this is when
the creature calls.
As he comes closer I start to cry
getting down on my knees
I pray to the lord in the sky
knowing he is watching me.
I’m wondering when or how
death is coming for me.
The creature is not a man
but terrifying coward
only hurting what he can.
I wont give up, not without a fight.
I know I can make it
even for just one more night of
touching and thrashing all day
only makes me think,
only makes me say
Feeling this way makes me sad
for you wouldn’t believe…
the creature is my Dad.
I found this random sheet of old lined paper with a poem written by me when I was a teen. It’s nothing fancy – but it shows my inner struggle back then that is still so relevant and painfully present in my life today.
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