Poltergeist
Words no longer heard, no longer remembered
Now fiber of my soul you fight,
Tangled into knots that I try to cut with more words.
Anger, also orphaned, now trying to drive my life from
its back seat, along with the pain and hurt,
while the driver cannot yet see over the wheel.
Liquor, the thief, the poltergeist that bedevils me, how could I
know that you had such tenacity, to survive these years,
these miles, these hours of therapy?
Fuck you, I will not let you win, killer, murderer of my father and my
father's father. Here I end the influence you have on my family,
on my life, and my future.
11/11/04
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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience." – C. S. Lewis
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