Literature
Father of Mine
You left me behind without a thought,
Gone long before I knew you.
You were the first to hurt me,
And far from the last.
I have no memories of you,
And only thoughts of hate.
I have no name to call you,
For your only ties to me are of blood,
No love,
No help,
Nothing from you,
The man who is supposedly to be my father.
Near 20 years of ignorance,
Yet I gave up on you after five.
You ignored my youth
And my existence.
Shall I ever even see you,
In a passing glance, perchance?
I used to think and wish.
Friends talk not of their fathers,
For fear of hurting me.
But I don't begrudge them their feelings,
No, for I only should
