I never thought i'd write another poem for you, Dad
But it's the only way I can show I'm mad
Since you never listen to me nor my mom
You finally made my heart explode like a bomb

I feel like the trees in fall, their souls gone
Every can is a leaf falling one by one
After that last one drops to the ground
Your life with my hope and heart will fall down

My grandma doesn't wanna live any longer
And you can't go thinkin like her
The tree is almost empty
My hands tied and feet down heavy

You've blocked me from doing anything
Your power as adult is overwhelming
Writing this is useless
You're so much of a mess

All you know how to do is reject
Every time I enter that subject
As I imagine your body take the color of that leaf
falling to the pile of grief

this will hopefully be the last poem for you
forgetting about you and moving on all the way through
Life alone is very tough
I don't need you adding to that, this is enough

It's your choice if you want to fall
Seperating our family with the dirt as a wall

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