I Hate My Father

Rip out the page filled with rage and tear it to tiny pieces
Drop to the ground onto your knees and spit and spit till it makes you bleed
Cry, scream, writhe and wretch until you’re limp and weak.
Start all over again, whatever will make you sleep.
Furious anger coursing through your veins.
Compassion and love bursting out of your heart.
A deathly sorrow fills you up suffocating, choking, drowning, the only way to live is to cry.
Your head, it feels like a pulsing ball of twine, trying to unravel bits at a time.
Your stomach has flipped itself into a tangle, getting tighter and tighter anxiety and fear knotting together in pain.
Hot rage seeps from the eyes boring holes through everything with red hot boiling tears.
Your soul is tormented, fighting to be strong.
While your body...the Zombie still moves along.
Your emotions are huge waves rolling in and smashing on giant cliffs,
You stand on top, vicious winds whip you down to icy seas and jagged rocks,
You feel yourself plummeting faster and faster...
Someone saves you,
You feel their arms around you
Gliding calmly back to safety,
The waves seems to subside....