_05.07.2024, for Dad, from your son
The past consumes my daylight,
He suffers, yelling, punching,
Mom screams, cries, can't leave,
I panic, hide, bleeding.
Please, can you stop!
Can I have my dad?
I just want to be your son.
Walking upstairs without a word,
Screaming, panic
continuing.
Dad
Now I see you,
At the age same as you,
walking same paths of self-destruction,
because our dark past consumes daylight,
But darkness is a concept