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sabihah
sabihah docrat
South Africa, kzn pongola

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Daddy Dearest

If only you could strangle my soul and watch as i bleed the impurities from within.
You tell me to come home, you ask if every-things ok.
I tell you not to worry and that everythings fine,
but truth be told I'm dying from inside.
I can't look into the depths of your eyes daddy without wanting to cry.
I have found everything you were afraid I would face.
danced with death and desired more.
If only you could find a cure for the desease I call me.
Guilt has finally captured me choking the essence which makes me, me.
I always felt safe when you were next to me,
Can be driving head on into a train and I wouldn't flinch a muscle.
but now can your prayers save me?
The past you have given me, punctured my veins.
I always knew there was more life within me then I could tolerate.
And now all I long for is security and surety within your pure embrace,
but my sordid stain will remain and discolour your purity.
I know you will understand if I have to reveal my secret life
hold me close and pardon my errors.
Yet it would paralyses your being Daddy
and I don't want to be the reason why another tear falls from your wise eyes.
There must've been a time when I wanted to make you happy
I think that time is now.
But I'm entangled within my own justifications and perceptions
your every wrong has become my right.
And tonight I shall go out and do every-thing you taught me not to.
I'm lost within this sphere called my life
and I don't know if i'm strong enough to get out!!!

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Jamilah Comment by: Jamilah - 2006-12-11 22:54
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This is sad. Being a parent, I can feel the care and concern for a wayward child. And the father-daughter relationship is very special. You've captured all that here. Nice write.
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