DEAR DEAD, The bright blue bathroom Lets all light in Except to the floor, That is dusty, dirty and dark. That is the room that you broke into, Then threatened my anguished screams. I tried to resist your callous hands; They still robbed every sliver of strength. Cries echoed in the cluttered house, But no one heard. My screams were only felt by the fish That shook downstairs in an aquarium. You taught me how to Hate your twisted smile And all that is you And all that I could not do. God is my Father now, You are just a traveling clown, Decayed with age. I cannot trust your lonely side. I want to love But not forget. I want to grow And not destroy. I need to reveal you to the family, Without breaking the bonds of blood, That blindly nourish all members With soft sacred hands. Father has sprinkled me with soothing Light To shine over the shadow of the floor, And discard the dirtiness of it all.
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