Fatherless Showdown
A fatherless showdown.
He is around but he’s not.
His ghost still creeps in his body,
Mocking who he once was.
He cursed at me today,
threatened me yesterday,
Yet expects a hug when I arrive home.
My mother can’t stand it anymore,
Pushed to her breaking point
But is too afraid to leave.
Instead she stays, she obeys—
And I wait for her to shatter,
she cannot last forever.
I can't either.
Not alone at least.
This poem is about:
My family
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