Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...

rew4er2nail

Futile lamentations reverberate along

corridors of times long gone, this papa

tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,

fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting

voluminous wrongs against thee dearest

precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic

ministrations cannot substitute bonafide

nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys

requisite to bolster compromised delicate

innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny

two quickly grown to young womanhood

priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi

nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed

petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly

during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook

grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic

pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped

wracked, plagued aversion to live steering

any natural borne autonomy, (within meek

minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft

existence, (albeit manifesting during latter

sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a

vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and

halting critical puberty) against attaining my

maximum potential, nee then and every sub

seek went till present day truncating, stifling

raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed

insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to

cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_

scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series

of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of

Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,

exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to

adulthood overridden when me as man-child

never tested survival, but found this scrivener

beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional

illness demarcating the Waterloo which I

fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,

measures, dictates...forced eviction within

cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324

Level Road), which parallel repeated when

decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter

poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration

of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed

deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore

brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout

indelibly etched within impressionable

Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering

ye unfairly experienced.

 

AU REVOIR!

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2019 17:07
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 7
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