Dear Father <br /> <br />I thought I would much like to crown you <br />with words that just need to be said <br />thoughts that should really stay silenced <br />though I feel you should hear them instead <br /> <br />Let you feel the destruction you managed <br />with one sweeping magnificent hand <br />make you taste how just one day of living <br />felt under your mighty command <br /> <br />You excelled passing casual glances <br />from a cold heart that love had disgraced <br />not once did your words re-assure me <br />of the warmth that pure hate had replaced <br /> <br />Did you fail on the day of my being <br />on that night did you wish me away <br />were you always so far in the distance <br />hoping I might be gone the next day <br /> <br />Were your children all objects of error <br />were we all just a dreadful mistake <br />did your blindness engulf you completely <br />that such love you would gladly foresake <br /> <br />Did your God tell you theft was your duty <br />just to take what you needed each day <br />to ignore all the pain you inflicted <br />as you frightened the nightmares away <br /> <br />Could your freezing heart never remind me <br />I had nothing to fear in my head <br />to pretend all monsters were imagined <br />not asleep in the next room instead <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Dear Mother <br /> <br /> <br />How pitiful your loving be <br />to love some anagram of me <br />How you must tremble every night <br />hoping secrets stay from sight. <br /> <br />To wake each morning face the glass <br />as daily your deceits amass <br />To start each day with empty heart <br />regretting from the very start<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monsters-2/
