Father

This is a poem I wrote when i was depressed about my biological father.

Father

You choke on the smoke that has you by the throat.

Unwilling to let go in a world so cold.

I was there but now i'm pushed farther away, day by day, because of your addicting ways.

I wish I could rewind time so you couldn't cut that crystal so fine, and have it travel through your nose to get rid of your woes.

I wish you were fine, but in the back of my mind I say,"Take another hit, maybe that's what you get for never being there and stabbing a hole through my heart right from the start."

Author's Note

this poem is not written in any specific way. Simply expression.