This has been written

To tell you the story

Of how I was smitten

But not by a boy

But by my dad

It's not pretty

And it's not as bad

As some peoples lives I know

I don't write my poems to

Express that I should be better

And get more attention than others

I just do it because

It frees my mind of all things bad

It helps me release all of my anger

And realise I am not to blame

What he did I can't explain?

But I know that the people

Who read and review

See that I have tried to express my view

Without searching back to those memories

And dropping a tear onto the keyboard

For every letter that I type

And I am thankful to all of them