Dad

I never thought I'd see the day my creator went insane. I never thought the beer bottles, the drunken fights, of a demon contained in an alcoholic would ever change. A father figure I found quite strange.

Don't get me wrong as I tell you here my father at once made hard work just a song. With lyrics of a better day, only his fate was one no one wants to say. 

This man was a tower a man who could crush other men like flowers, but behind a familiar face hid a criminal case. 

I was too young to know that I was no more important to him than was a drug. He fell victim to addiction, his new affliction driving his name into a gaurded room of shame. 

This man as I tell you at once I plea was more than the shackles you see, he was everything that protected me. At once he was what legends turn out to be. I looked up to him, though at this time I never knew of his never ending list of sins. 

A man that praised god but in hell he was raised. This man I speak of was at once a bank robber, never even for a day was he sober. He was sentenced in Ventura county, his name sent out as a bounty. This man, to the law he taunted; he easily became Ventura county's most wanted.

He was an original, he found a woman who had no care. Together they made me, in a life I was thrown that was never fair. 

In the beginning I must share that there were good times. There were times we were on top of the world, he set out to be that to his family he held. But, his soul in madness forever dwelled. 

In all reality this marriage and family was filled with insanity. It ended with a punch to the face of a suicidal sixteen year old, on a Christmas Eve, after dinner was cold.

A battle I did not want to fight, minutes later looked upon by a police light. They took my father, I would've never guessed in that moment, that in that very moment everything would turn out for the better to be alright.

He stood behind bars, nothing to do but watch passing cars. I wrote to him, as all this made my future dim. For some reason without him I felt like a fish who lost its fin. He of course came back and attacked, security I lacked. 

He took from me a childhood, he took from my heart everything good, depression followed as it should. Do I believe this man belongs in a jail house for abusing me and his spouse? Well you would think I would believe so but here I'm telling you, I say no.

There's no amount to count the numbers of times this man made a mistake, this mans actions that led to heartbreak. I tell you today, that maybe someday you'll see him in a new light one that contains no evidence of a fight. 

Love in the dark, leaves a mental mark on a child who's imagination runs wild. I've seen my father fight police officers, fight friends, fight my mother, and fight himself. I thought this was as normal families are, at once I thought the moon was a star. 

Today I realize all the lies, all the damage he has done to my life and mental state. From my heart I've cut all ties, but I will forever love my father, he can no longer affect my fate as I prosper of this devastation that is my life, my father lost two children and a wife. 

A jailbird as they say, can never live in society, some say that sentence is absurd. The jailbird flies back to its house, every time it's let out; because don't you know a prisoner with no heart or soul has no where else to go.