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adshimabuko
Poems
Aug 2014
They day he met John
Oh!* saturday nights spent
wishing for my father to come early
and tell me
"I love you"
Sunday nights spent awake
waiting for his return
to drive me to school on monday mornings
How my mother, my little brother and me
curse the day he became best friends with
John
Knowing John changed it all
all board games now in the back of our wardrobes
with dust on top of them
waiting to rot
Sometimes, I waste my birthday wishes
pretending they'll work out
wishing for my father
to have never met John
My little brother and me,
now replaced for slot machines,
gambling tables and spliffs
Give me a hint, dad
should I still call you like that?
Nah.
Now I've met this
"so called John"
and I do not like him
he makes me do funny stuff
His silhouette is bright
and he uses a cane
I don't like him,
"dad"
Please stop seeing him
I know you say
he helps you to get through
but does he help us? No!
Maybe one day mom will have the guts
to sign that divorce paper
and hand it to you
I hope she do it soon
The saddes part is, when I asked you to quit John,
you said, No.
"Why?"- I said.
**"Because Johnnie is the only one who tells me to keep walking".
#depression
#life
#label
#sadness
#black
#hard
#tough
#whisky
#johnniewalker
#divorse
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