Thanks for the Gun, Dad...

Something I wrote for my dad that he ignored....

    Aching and running dry... The weight crushes and the words incise to create a monster of self consciousness, beheld by a new master. Within this ice comes a stagnancy, that in the absence of true peace, must suffice for the few who can differentiate... Erase it... Rewrite it... The nonsensical surrealisms, and an unforgettable sense of presence as we stare down from the brink.

And if... And if... The only true words of existential memory... Because as this clock ticks down to a number not known, All we can hope is that we enjoyed the time we've had... And as we watch everything God put on pause, we can make true change in the house of flies, or let God pull off our wings.... And laugh...

I wrote this for you dad.... -Tyler

                                        THANKS ALOT

               DAD....

 YOU MADE ME INTO THE

MONSTER I AM TODAY...

YOU SHOULD'VE KILLED

ME WHEN YOU HAD THE

               CHANCE...

With love,

             Your unforgiving B*****d son...

Author's Note

I've never done something like this before... My dad left before I was born and when I finally met him at 13 he demanded a DNA test because there was no way he fathered a fat white-sounding nigger like me....

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

This is definitely immortal as it conveys a reality that some people face and in the end the so called family is forever broken by the choice of just one member. You penned this absolutely marvelous. It relates the pain and anger as well as other emotions so clearly.

[Jupiter Jazz]

Wow... wow... That is so eff'd up... What your birth giver said, not what you said.. All things considered you remained remarkably composed.. I haven't met my mom's first husband (I refuse to call the man that abandoned me father) in some 20 years, so I know what you're feeling, but I never had to deal with being spoken to so harshly either.. Damn... powerful and intense