I Closed The Door

it was me who had the
courage to close the door
behind my father's back,

he was the lion coming from
the mouth of the fish
with an injection
he stings me inside my dream
he inflicted the pain
and i did not run
from what i saw and felt

but i know how to grow my beard
and let my hair grow long like a forest
my rage rise into a flood like
my anger

i know where to go and gather strength
and wait for years till i take my revenge
i come back home
offering flowers when he found rest
forever.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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