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I'm Sorry, Dad
To a father who I yearned for his presence
But ended up vanishing in a split second:
By now, I've learned not to hold resentment
To any person, no matter the intention
I was only six years of age,
I became deserted, a part of me remained
To believe you'd ever change your ways
I suppose the bourbon liquor wasn't going to waste
Without your actions,
I wouldn't have been shaped
Much less know when to adapt
When I catch the taste
A burning sensation of regret
Every moment that I clutch the neck
Of an open bottle, makes no fucking sense
But I'm yet to become upset
© William Robert Death/Shin Shady
#wordsofinside #poetrycommunity #heartbroken
But ended up vanishing in a split second:
By now, I've learned not to hold resentment
To any person, no matter the intention
I was only six years of age,
I became deserted, a part of me remained
To believe you'd ever change your ways
I suppose the bourbon liquor wasn't going to waste
Without your actions,
I wouldn't have been shaped
Much less know when to adapt
When I catch the taste
A burning sensation of regret
Every moment that I clutch the neck
Of an open bottle, makes no fucking sense
But I'm yet to become upset
© William Robert Death/Shin Shady
#wordsofinside #poetrycommunity #heartbroken
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