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Consumption-- Egocentric narcissist. That you are. Father, remarkably absorbed. Two years young, I was. Fresh eyes welcomed to agony. First held in the arms of love then passed into The meaningless fingertips so sharp of an alcoholic. A woman purely giving birth. One, two, three, Fourth I was. An illusion she lived; You nastily allured. Three kids, alright. But four? I guess you had enough. A turn. A sight. Dad, where’d you go? One step you took Closer to the ***** you consumed. A better life we were off, Until visitation rights ate us alive. The liquor may have consumed you, But nothing is worse than, You, my father, Consuming my soul; My worth. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Alternating weekends. Rivers streamed into oceans, Caving into black holes Into the dusk of hell, We involuntary inflicted. Wrongfully done, you lived. Can’t take back the past you chose, Not one this big. Left alone four kids who were your own. A vision I imagined. A father insight. Loved and protected, All out of sight. Lies. Hurtful lies carved in deep. Flesh and bone, I disintegrated.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
Consumption
Consumption-- Egocentric narcissist. That you are. Father, remarkably absorbed. Two years young, I was. Fresh eyes welcomed to agony. First held in the arms of love then passed into The meaningless fingertips so sharp of an alcoholic. A woman purely giving birth. One, two, three, Fourth I was. An illusion she lived; You nastily allured. Three kids, alright. But four? I guess you had enough. A turn. A sight. Dad, where’d you go? One step you took Closer to the ***** you consumed. A better life we were off, Until visitation rights ate us alive. The liquor may have consumed you, But nothing is worse than, You, my father, Consuming my soul; My worth. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Alternating weekends. Rivers streamed into oceans, Caving into black holes Into the dusk of hell, We involuntary inflicted. Wrongfully done, you lived. Can’t take back the past you chose, Not one this big. Left alone four kids who were your own. A vision I imagined. A father insight. Loved and protected, All out of sight. Lies. Hurtful lies carved in deep. Flesh and bone, I disintegrated.
#alcohol#dad#pain#tears#childhood#lies
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Jcxmm
18/F/PA
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
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