Five Dads

Alot of this wasn't exactly easy to say, but I needed to get it out somehow. This is the story of my birth father, my adopted father, and all of my step dads

In this life I've had 5 dads

A story behind each one

In this life I've had 5 dads

All of them claimed to call me son

The first couldn't control his urges or desires

So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired

To this day I look in the mirror,

and I see the scars of his past

I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last

The second took me in, when I was cast out

He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about

I guess it goes to show

That with affection you never know

What is real and what is fake

Even if a young boys heart is at stake

The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort

So my mother took him in, but only pain did he contort

The first month was great, everyone was happy

But then quickly the beatings

Ended every dream that was sappy

As the police car pulled away

My heart laid shattered and broken

But the story does not end

The fourth nightmare must be spoken

He claimed to be a man of honor and respect

But when he was on the bottle...

I didn't know what to expect

He lied, cheated, and stole

But my mom had climbed aboard his boat

Till one day...she found his hands around her throat

The police pulled away again

It's a wonder I'm alive

.....but then fate had to send...number five

He chased my mom for years

Then seized his opportunity to draw near

She married him two weeks ago

But there are already signs that I fear

I woke up to them screaming,

will the nightmare ever end?

I wonder what lays just around the bend

In this life I've had 5 dads

A story behind each one

In this life I've had 5 dads

Will I ever be able to trust a single one?

Author's Note

Sorry that all of my poems have been about my father issues lately, thats just what has been on my mind

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Some people should not be parent. I was raised in foster homes and by kind grandparent. Sometime we must learn from poor examples to be a good person. Truth is earned. Not a easy thing to earn. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[K.G]

:(. . .. .

[RachelReaper]

about the author's note, I'd rather you talked about it and got it out than kept it in, and this was insightful to your past, though I hope your feeling better today.

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

Very brave, bold, honest and powerful write. Poetry s not about sculptured stanza, haiku or tantric melodies, its about putting truth on page and the more raw the better. Thank you for sharing this.