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{Written a good 10-11 years ago... during the turmoil of parental abandonment.}
You call I fall
for it all again.
You said you'd never leave. Now she grieves.
I'm sad and mad and glad you're gone. but not for long.
You're never here in person nor do you truly care
but your words I cannot bare. It's not through me
you make me cry. How you treat *her* makes me wish you would die.
My love for you has faded away, bit by bit, day by day.
She's just a little girl innocent and pure.
The pain you brought her has no cure.
Nothing I can do but look into her sad eyes, wipe them dry and tell her all you say are lies.
Father's a name you don't deserve. You're just a man. You're just a thing.
Haven't you heard - pick on someone your own size?
Have you any clue how much satisfaction it would bring
To pummel your face - to unleash my rage in full swing?
Next time, don't call.
You're finished, you're through, I now know your words were never true.
Buckets of salt spilt over your voice.
Don't call again, this is my choice.
I don't care why you did, or how you've changed.
You still yell, pout and use cruel words -
to me you're the same.
So now that you know why I'm so angry
and don't want to talk
don't try to walk back into my life,
the entrance has been blocked.
Delwen Doyle
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Delwen Doyle
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