Read Poem: No Matter Papa Repents…, by Matthew Scott Harris

Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks…
every bone in mine entire body

suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping hour,
perhaps previous attempts to communicate,
(albeit poetically – for no rhyme nor reason)
fell short, asper yours truly
to claim accountability, culpability, responsibility…

unwittingly subjecting thee, a prized progeny
with legacy, where
diabolical, emotional, psychological… trauma
compromised your care free growing up years
namely while residing at 1148 Greentree Lane
exacerbated by mine self absorption

countless hours misspent
whiling away precious time
mesmerized more so
with computer technology,
versus prioritizing fleeting moments
with “mother” and/or offspring

yes..he now pays heavy price
pursuing amorous liaisons
gallivanting, flirting, emailing…
impacting (obliviousness
pitifully lame retort unacceptable)
feigning much ado about nothing

snappishly barking anger
such vitriol (mine)
sabotaged once in
lifetime golden opportunity
to foster, kindle pinterest
with spouse and daughters

subsequently deepening rift
rivalling Mariana Trench
love’s labour’s lost forever
frittering away compounded
half heartedly seeking employment

even though – NO LIE
inexplicable debilitating anxiety
buzzfeeding panic attacks
plaguing my psyche
since…birth, incapacitating
maximizing potential abilities

playing havoc pledging troth
with counterpart exhibiting
mental health challenges
unfairly begetting deux darling lasses
thee bearing brunt of pennilessness,
at aforementioned residence

unlivable, horribly untidy,
toxic with mold, cluttered…
such offal sight, sounds of screaming,
(when Shana nonverbal), stench…
now suffer (PLEASE BELIEVE)

suicidal ideation plagues my conscience
pointed objects quite inviting
remembrance of things past,
a worse fate than death!