The Prodigal Father
Posted: Tuesday, October 18, 2011
by Kian Ultan Andrew
t revolves around me, the universe it seems
My home life dramas, egotistically
Those toys that are yours, were really for me.
Don’t you see? Can’t you see! It’s all about me…
Daddy walks away, he’s chosen not to stay
He’ll never come home, with me, not to play
He’s chosen his girlfriend above his wife
This was his plan; to ruin my life
He wasn’t there to hold me, in times of fear
Bastard never comforted me, made me feel dear!
Instead he was base, a clear waste of space!
No wonder we’ve all grown up a big basket case…
Sins of the father, passed to the son…
I think he is lucky I don’t have a gun
I will never excuse the evil he has done
To hurt my family, especially my Mum
For years I have watched them, suffer in their way
I was hidden in the sidelines, never knowing what to say
Trying to stitch a hole, a tear the size of a planet
No instructions or guide, on just how to do it
All I wanted was a full dinner table
My brothers and sisters together, a fable
Years have passed now at pace
Has our family really saved face?
Damaged and scarred, not from rat-race
Mental, emotional misfits, still loyal
No real surprise our bloodline is royal
35 years I’ve cowered in fear
Cried for my family and those I hold dear
Drowned my sorrows, doped my pain
Used to excess and gone insane
Became a monster of fear created
Born raging with a hunger left un-sated
Gazed into my eyes, looked in the mirror
Who did I see in my sheer terror?
An image of mine, with a soul turned black
Oh dear God, can I ever turn back?
My own children split, raised by their mothers
This is my own selfish doing, been done by no other
I now face the music, step up to the plate
Place my hat in my hands to greet my fate
Turns out I’m the father of three plus one son
They all need their daddy, I am that one
Changing my life to stand in the sun
To bear my scars and be someone
No hero, or rich, even famous to some
Just a man, now, a father, a brother, a son…
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)I like your style, you write very well. I don't like your gloom however, with your gift of gab, poetry and rythm you can really delight your readers. I have gone through the same path as you find yourself. Be Positive, we are all here for a reason, you must fine and perfect yours.
Sincerely,
JoseThank you Jose,
I appreciate your comment very much.
My life has been really good of late and this poem speaks of my anguish of the past, where I am these days is a far cry from where I was.
I have a knack for writing my "Dark" and still am learning to enjoy sitting in the light, my writing will follow in time...
Kind regards
Kian
Impacting piece - how are you doing?Thank you Marijo.
I'm doing really well, spending time with my children and re-learning what it is to be Daddy again...
How are you? I know God is challenging you at the moment, my prayers are with you.
KianThanks Kian - I sent an e-mail!
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