Anger

It boils inside me like a caldron.
It burns you inside my head.
It's my clutched fist and all that I dread.
It kills me slowly.
It gives me bad intentions.
It gives me motives to go through with my recentments.


I recent you,father.
You and all you've done.
You've hurt me father and the fires of anger inside me burn your villages.
I pillage your lands and rape your maidens.

Dad,your decisions are quite mistaken.
Dad,you are quite hated.

Dad what happened to you?
Your reactions are belated?
Did you plan this all?
Have it dated?


What happened to the man I once knew?
Who is this stranger I face?
Because he isn't you,...

Where is my dad?
He's missing...
He's somewhere in there.
But maybe he was never there...,


Was it all just a lie?
Or did the dad you once were just die?


I don't like this new and "improved " you...
I liked the older model ...
At least he loved me and actually acted like a father.

Why do I even bother writing these poems?
You'll never see them anyway ....

I guess it's just a final and degrading hope that one day the you you once were dad,will come back....and this one will be taken back to the store and returned back...never to be seen or heard from again... That would be a happy ending wouldn't it?

But knowing the "new " you ,you wouldn't have it...

Reviews

[TheAdamBryant]

I read this and i have to say this , if your father changed you must change him back at normal , or you will give up and you will lose the chance to see him back like he was , ps : Love our dad , because someday maybe you will lose him and you need to remember good time not bad times .

[Soul Fire]

Yes,I know...and thank you for the review..But my Dad isn't going to change even if I showed him how much he has...He's happily being slefish and igronant not realizing what hes doing to my family..not realizing what hes done..Hes making everyone take sides.

[TheAdamBryant]

This is not good news but you have to try to do something , if you don't do soemthing you will will end up asking youself why you didn't did something