Father

Seven years old; too young to feel worthless, 

but you still managed to. Your actions so ruthless.

Two kids to take care of, but you left anyway, 

started a new family and only called on holidays.

Thrown aside, no cause for your concern. 

Thought it was my fault, but with time I learned.

I am not disposable.

You can't just throw children away.

I am not replaceable.

No matter how much you pay.

Don't be surprised when I don't take your calls, 

you're the one who built up the wall.

You have five children now, three of which you never see 

and a new fiancé who's barely two years older than me.

You're new family can have you I don't need you anymore. 

I've burnt down the bridge and welded the door.

Reviews

[Tashida]

This was such a sad and yet deep poem. It breaks my heart to know that anyone has to go through what you are describing. You are a very talented writer! :)