A poem I wrote. 

Now, I don't like using labels. Calling something I write a poem, seems wrong to me. haha But, I wrote this a while ago. At least the first five or so lines. Then I finished it either last night or this morning.
I am trying to get all my stuff I wrote into one file so I can copyright it and try to get it published. haha
To the he who I saw for a while
The one that told me the few things he did
The man known as father
It I your son
I'm still living even
After all that you
My father
Have done
Belt in hand
Drugs in mind
Rage in heart
Nothing to lose
While I nothing to gain
But wait
I breath
You lie in a hole
One within the ground
Man with jeans
Simple shirts
Color
Pocket on right
Smokes in there
Pickup truck
Could weld better than any
Fix a car
Skate
Climb
Held record for running
Though it seem as if
Mom, brother and I were those running
At least back then
When then was now
Before she
The one I call mom
Before that is
She got the courage
The day she called it quits
Out you went
Remember
The day you can back
Back to get your pillow
I stood there with you
I will always remember
As you got to the door
You turned around the looked
At the place that was your bedroom
I see now
You were looking at what you lost
Yet
The hands were still raised
The bottles as well
The drugs went on
The pain
The torture
If you sad at your loss
Why do nothing to change
Fear
When I would come over
Then why
Why father
Why did I
Maybe I felt it a role
One in a film
But instead of a camera
It was my expectations
Those on which my life should be
Happy mom
Smiling daddy
Not just in the public eye
But at night dad
When the doors closed
And the rats came out
On the streets
If only
If we could have just smiled
Put away the rage
Why hold a bottle when you have two hands
Two sons
One wife
Could we not fill your hands
We helped them
But only when you reached for the food mom made
That or when they in the shape of a fist
Our bodies the punching bag
Our minds the crowd
No matter if she screamed
No matter how we booed
The boxer never stops
He goes on
If he can survive the round
If he the last standing
In his mind
He is the winner
Yet father
Boxer
Abuser
He who tortured
For all the years
For all the rounds
All the times you
Father
Were the last standing
It only mom
Brother
And I
Who stand now
Goodbye dad
Father’s day
Tis in a week or two
I will say happy Father’s Day to you
I love welding
Just as you did
I had a brain injury
I nearly blind
Yet dad
Still
Without any loss of the sight
I can see
I can see the days
Morning
Afternoon
Night
I can see us
Fear
Never knowing
Unsure of when
When the beast would arrive
Take over the sane
Kind
Intelligent person
The one I know you could be
Once the beast arrived
There was no chance
None at all
That the kind, smart man could survive
The disease in your mind
It controlled you
But I saw you as I died
I told you I forgive you
I will always
I will love you forever
Until dad
One day
You can I meet again
Feel my forgiveness
Let it fill your mind as your terror
Did mom, brothers and mine
Be at peace father
I love you now
I loved you yesterday
On the day I die
And when we meet once more