“Black Heart Father”

The darkest of souls, blackest of hearts,

I now know it is better that we are apart.

It took me decades to get to this point,

a thousand sleepless nights,

our tragedy I have pondered over many a joint.

No pink clouds or moonbeams for us,

just thunderclouds and heavy drops,

pouring like the sorrow

you procured especially for me.

Agony you deliver, with your manipulations,

all with a smile on your face.

You slither through life,

as if there is no one to answer to,

other than you.

My eyes are finally dry,

the salted moistness on my cheeks long gone.

That knot in the pit of my stomach has long departed,

no credit to you-you conniving spawn.

But I want to remember the pain,

indeed, it is a must,

to protect myself, to stay sane.

The only thing you do for me,

is leave me tattered,

my soul splintered and blue.

I now know it is better that we are apart.

I doubt you flinched,

with the blackening of your heart