The Creature

 

 

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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