Pain of a Father

my daughter

you use her, as your weapon.

i pick her up

and she is glad, to be

out of the cold

the warmth of her, disappearing

with each new time

she returns to you

fighting to stay away

from you

crying about going back

as a father

i am, on unequal footing

you have all the rights

as you kill

my daughter’s flame

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Author: Neil Morrison

Outside, falling off things.

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