bitter, sweet days
bitter, sweet days
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my dad was of conflicthis love for me comes in a bottle of liquid (pain)he would talk to me as if i am in the living room and he was upstairsbut i was always right there in his handsas humble a little girl answering in pain at age 5it was a act of threat in the sight of god for ones to disobey their parents my mother gave half of her to me and the rest to the worldmy dad was of conflict, he drags me across the hallway it was a ride i taste blood in my food that saturday afternoonthe earth spins slow for an hourmy dad was of conflict, he taught me that i shouldknow the truth from now so i won't be lost years to come he was of conflict he went inside of me and pulled out blood and i was only ten he says it was a fact that blood of jesus do exist it was of pain tuesday afternoon after school my skin shivers in fright an entire nighthe was of conflict soon i realized it was not true what can i doalready drenched with fear mom became so deaf and my mouth grown too liedad of conflict dad anger and desire was too much for my poor little souli left a letter thanking mom for she was not care at age sixteen i disappear for lovemy dad of conflict, yes he had died, i was age 21i return home to pit of my hurt to seei couldn't dried tears that she was therei went again for the only thing i have leftwas dignity in my bloodand i didn't want it gonemy dad was of conflict, this time in a different form he still brings the wars betweenonly i saw john and he sees me too i played him my song told him i don't want to dance the same tune overhe was no better, he became john of conflicthe did what dad did and more............... carl and peter they all were the samedifferent men wearing the same shoesthis was when i found i was born on the trunk of abusemen of conflict one of them which was peter change the dearing a young me has fallen from inside of me, a miracle of god innocent starsi asked god daily to protect her from dad because he still haunts me from the pit of his very grave - my childhood story hurts like hell wasn't the end of the world though i use faith and carry-on - dad careful you might not like what you have created bitter or sweet
Binding Type: Paperback
Author: Gamhra, Penric
Published: 03/21/2017
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781544761152
Pages: 212
Weight: 0.47lbs
Size: 7.99h x 5.00w x 0.45d
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Binding Type: Paperback
Author: Gamhra, Penric
Published: 03/21/2017
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781544761152
Pages: 212
Weight: 0.47lbs
Size: 7.99h x 5.00w x 0.45d