Father (another dead God)

Father

As the door came open the silhouette stood cold,
lost drunk and perverted, he forgot to bring his soul...

Blankly staring back into her nightmares,
she feels the fear rise and covers her face;
Daddy is decorated with a confused idea of cares -
Daddy the lonely addict, distraught and out of place.

"Time for a story my sweet child of gentle peace,"
Then sits with his precious until Mom leaves for bed;
cold fingers run empty across her every crease -
she closes her eyes and dreams - sweet dreams of being dead.

"Quiet my daughter, I'm here to keep you safe -
just open your ears and listen to this book."
His pleasures stare back naked in her face,
feeling her while reading with a reassuring look.

An eternal moment passes and lifeless living yeilds -
she lies awake wondering why it had to be...
she thinks of a place serene - open, open feilds,
and forgives her Daddy again for all the agony.



This poem is very similar to the first poem I posted - "Dear God, you're dead" was all she said - but this one means alot more to me because I think the narrative is vivid enough that my commentary won't be necessary. Also, it was this poem, along with 2 others that I will post later, that won me a poetry contest at school. Enjoy reality dear friends!