Every time I pick up a pen 
I think to myself 
Please write something worthwhile
Some words that inspire 
A piece that's uplifting
Anything that anyone can like without lying
Then I sit staring thoughtless without a clue
Until flashbacks when I was 12
Father drunk again 
So we was hiding again 
Picked my paper up from the dinner table 
To let me know again 
Only gays write poetry 
He's yelling 
That shit is a waste of time 
Like your birth was a waste of a life
You can't be my son
We were always going to be leaving 
She kept promising 
My last ass beating came the same day I turned 16
Happy birthday to me
I been running from that house since 
36 and still have nightmares of that man 
I love you mom but I couldn't live that life anymore
You deserved a king 
But settled for the devil
You didn't have to run 
I offered to carry you 
Looking back I should've dragged you
I forgive you for those broken promises
By the way DAD
I turned out straight 
Graduated high school and went to community college 
Did 2 years at state university 
Now I spend my days helping kids get through the shit I did 
Nights and weekends spent being a proud husband and a grateful father 
You should've tried it
A lot better then alcohol 
You may have have rattled me for awhile 
But you didn't ruin me
By the way 
mom 
Thanks for making me a man
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- Published: March 31st, 2017 19:33
- Category: Family
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Great write
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