My past wasn't the prettiest but it was something.
Looking back I hated my father.
It kind of made me sick to my stomach.
When I look in the mirror I saw my father in me
I wanted to break the mirror but the 7 years of bad luck
And who wants that.
My mom tries to make me understand that I can't
Hate my father. But why would he leave us?
Was he man enough? , Wasn't he my father to teach me?
How to be a man?
No! To me he was a deadbeat in my eyes
A stranger, an outcast from within.
Roaming the streets like a ghost.
He is heartless and cold from within.
Father to death but no heaven for a player.
If he was different, if I could made a better father maybe I wouldn't
Have hate and anger in my soul or even depression.
Maybe that was my grandfather was talking about me becoming a man
So I shred no tears for my father ever here for us.
All I can do is forgiving. That's all I can do.
As my father is roaming the streets I pray that
Nothing bad happen to you and forgive you for the pain you have
Given my family and myself. Peace and Love that I hope you have
Because you lost mines a long time ago.
Compton Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-son-s-confessions/
