A Poem by martinos74

Author: martinos74
Created: June 16, 2013 at 07:07 am
Upload Type: Poem, T (13+)  
Category: Abuse | Weird | Society
Upload Stats: 4 Stars by 4 users with 5 comments and 393 views

My Father was a Rapist!  

My Father was a rapist,
He's dead now,
I only saw him twice in my life.
Once behind the shutters of Her Majesty's finest,
Where he was serving 20 years,
And once as they took his wooden box,
Through the funeral doors.

I'm glad now and can rest at night,
I'm glad now that he can't rest in peace.
He was an evil man, lonely and angry,
My only hope is that none of this is hereditary.

He used to visit me,
Every night,
Shouting, threatening, staring,
Telling me I'm worthless and just as bad as him,
Telling me what he did to my mother,
And how she was worth less than the spit on his shoe.

Well father, daddy, pappa,
You're dead, you're dead, you're dead,
You can't visit me any more,
I've banned you from my head.

I hope it's cold down under,
Amongst the dirt and the worms,
You're living with the vermin and the ghouls,
No pity, remorse and no souls.
I hope it hurts you,
As much as you hurt me,
I hope you lose your freedom, pride and dignity,
Just like you did to me.

I've got a brother now who helps and knows not what you've done,
He knows nothing about what really killed our beloved only mum,
He thinks a heart attack was normal for a woman of her age,
But knows nothing about living with a heavy, broken, stolen heart,
Like she did from that evil day.

This secret stays with mum and I,
Too many people have shed a tear already,
Too many have been left in pain,
Too many hated their own face,
Tainted by his shame.

Now I'm a proud new father,
About a month ago,
My baby he's got pale blue eyes like his father,
My father, my father, my father!
You see, when I look at him,
Those pale blue eyes they linger,
They stare back at me,
I don't know if it's love or pure evil,
That's looking back at me.

Last Modified: June 16, 2013 at 08:06 am
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Author Notes

.... well, it is Father's Day today!

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Comments & Reviews ( X 3)

August 24, 2013
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Wow. What a testimony. Sorry you had to go through that. Listen I had a baby conceived by rape. She is an adult now. Beautiful and Heaven sent. Don't let That man spoil the joy of being a Daddy.Your baby will be like you not him. It's up to you to be nothing like your father. My mother taught me to a good mother by doing the complete opposite of what she did. Which was Jack shit really! Thank you for joining my fan club! :-)

Hey Jessica,

Thanks for reading my poem. Fortunately for me it was all fictional but was based on an experience someone went through that I heard on the news one morning.

You are a true star for bringing your child up and cherishing her in every way. I hope you stay strong,


 martinos74 replied on August 24, 2013

OH pleased it isn't you! Yep don't you worry I am strong. I wear armour. My life is happy these days! :-)

 jessicaRose replied on August 24, 2013

June 18, 2013
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Dispassionate. matter of fact descriptions... though I'm sure that underneath there are wounds that will never really heal. From your declamatory title to the final verse expressing hope, this is a brutally honest expose of a man with no redeeming features, and a family whose lives were irrevocably changed.

'Well father, daddy, papa,
you're dead, you're dead, you're dead,
you can't visit me any more,
I've banned you from my head.'

This verse is so reminiscent of Sylvia Plath and her poem, 'Daddy.'

BRAVO my friend. This took a great deal of courage.

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June 17, 2013
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It sounds like your father got what was comming to him. Stay strong.

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June 16, 2013
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Hello martino74. Gosh! Strong stuff on show here. I thought it to be good, although there was no need to find any loose rhyme - either put more in or bin it altogether. The thing that seemed out of kilter to me and that I think reduces the effectiveness of the poem is the very end where you question the good/evil possibilities of your son because he has the same eyes as his grandfather. I this the concept is a sound one but not sympathetically explored reducing the overall effect. Best poem on here that I have read today though.

Thanks for the tops Yobtar. I purposely left the ending hanging as I wanted the question left open, so you can still feel the pain in this person's head. I take your tips on board though, thanks!

 martinos74 replied on June 16, 2013

Your more than welcome mate.

 Yobtar replied on June 16, 2013

June 16, 2013
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Awfully dark place you are in . Hope it becomes resolved for you sooner than latger

Thanks Taylor for your comments, but this was all fictional. Well it was sort of real, because it was triggered by something I heard on the news at breakfast one day, when they interviewed a child of a serving rapist in prison. Harsh times!

 martinos74 replied on July 12, 2013

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