Where were you?
Twenty-nine years have come and gone
You inclement masquerader
Crimes committed were yours not mine.
Shackles made of you hung from my bloody wrists
Chained to the walls of a corrupt, comfortless room
Paintings of hallow, soulless eyes peering at me
Creating an inescapable desolate field.
Punishment was never enough
Abandonment for my sins
No absolution for the wicked
Only a frigid man to call dad
Absent hearted father
You said we were of the same stuff
Only I could never be as virulent as you
I was not drawn with an evil touch
Twenty-eight years I waited
For your death dealing blow
Twenty-nine years imprisoned
By the most unworthy enemy
Accomplishments you stole
As if you had the right
You kept me prisoner of your heartache
But you’re the disappointment not I
Now I stand before you
Liberated, powerful and proud
Your shackles I broke free from
No longer you’re broken doll
Glue can work wonders
Only holding long enough
To free me from your keeping
To learn you can not love
Though I think about you
Of what should have been
You’re who wrote the story
Daddy....
You’re who killed my dad
Written 2006 (c) 2007
