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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2196023
A remembrance of living with an alcoholic father.
Son of Abuse

The piles of his sins are steep
Countless are the tears I’d weep
His fist haunts my dreams
Sometimes as I sleep
Memories I cannot put away
I wish I didn’t keep

And now that he’s gone
There’s a void I cannot fill
The hole he’d ground
As he knocked me down
Is deeper and darker still

So I think about the good times
The smiles and laughs we had
Oh those too few happy days
When he wasn’t drunk or mad

When he’d come home from work
A little tired but glad
When I’d be there to greet him
And to hug my sober Dad.
G. Gabriel

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