Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative 

deserted island pitted with absolute

zero salvation, sole recourse

finds scant consolation with prayer

lifetime atheist draws futile faith

within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments ditto permanent

estrangement among kith and kin tortured

more punishingly versus death sentence of

choice: firing squad, gallows, guillotine...

nostalgically sentimentally, and zealously

yearning fore gone girl(s) of mine, one

spouse two grown offspring long since

severed emotional home ties even when

under same roof appalled, embarrassed,

jarred particularly regarding good for

nothing hang dog looking papa, mentally

unfit father, who wrought misery

upon heads he begat chronically dirt poor

Mainline moocher never earning a bloody

cent claiming psychological disability

(verity substantiated with professional

assessment attests to psychological mental

illness probably present during inchoate

biological development in utero, and most

definitely congenital) unfortunate no

supportive resources, thus experiencing

grievous incalculable relentless scapegoat

treatment - me no kid inadvertently subjected

with cruel, diabolical, exponential sucker punches

while riding the bus sitting stone temple pilot

faced during class, belittled, defeated,

framed unfairly as spitball culprit during

eighth grade mathematics with Missus Labosh

subsequently painfully shy lad threateningly

harangued, and nearly paddled courtesy

Methacton Junior High School principal

Mister Clock believe me you, aye remained

mum about said incident til...this moment,

not surprising since every unpleasantry

suppressed unwittingly festering within

psyche in tandem with threatening rapier

sarcasm ostracizing jibes cumulative

wrath unwaveringly smoldering, passively

brooding, visualizing punching meanies,

screaming... wanting to kill - sublimated hurts

glowering, exploding... decades later -

more often surfacing unannounced at odd

times venting bile at wife directly, and barking

at deux daughters subjecting innocent progeny

with mine anger, or rerouting, harboring,

channeling... pathological addiction answering

and posting personal classifieds, yours truly

guilty attempting to appease call of wild at mental,

physical, and spiritual expense additionally setting

poor paternal example accompanied with detached

avoidance maybe costing yours truly king's ransom

and/or receiving my just desserts, yes?