Quote:
Originally Posted by BrokenHearted
Father
I bit my tongue
He beat me up
He cut my chord
When I was born
He made me from himself
Should I call him "God"?
He buried me in the sod
He let me rot
He fed me from bottles when I was five
He bled me of a life
I was up all night
Staring at the white's of cows' eyes
I'm too young for you
I'm too old for sucking thumbs
I'm so ****ing dumb
I've become a bum
He copied me with his ink
I'm a copycat, copy written
He slopily left a stink
Once shy, twice bitten
He fed me from hoses when I was five
He fed me his lies
I stayed up all night
Staring at the white's of his eyes
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That was a very dark poem, but nonetheless very well written!
However, the fourth verse doesn't seem to fit well with the rest, although I can't quite articulate why...
Anyway, thanks for a great addition to the thread!