Dad
The only time you were my father
Was in my imagination
The only time you gave me food
Was when I earned it
The only time you held my hand
Was to hold me down
The only time you touched my face
Was to beat me
The only time you bathed my skin
Was to wash away your sins
The only time you wrapped your arms around me
Was to hurt me
The only time you ever loved me
Was not a time I recall at all
Entry in A Boy’s Journal – date: unknown.
I painted a picture in my mind
Of a life that was meant for me
It’s haunts me when
I think of it The things I didn’t have
Don’t you see?
The wasteland that you built
The abuse that you gave to me
It made me who I am today
The shadow of someone
How I was meant to be
In my mind I have dreamt
Of many wondrous things
Of smiles and hugs
Laughter and joy
Things that childhood brings
You stole them
You took them from me every day
They weren’t yours
They’re mine
It wasn’t meant this way
Stop it and be man
Stand strong
and listen
See what you did
Tell me you were wrong
JD Stockholm. 