It started with a silent cry
On how life is always painful
In the innocent days
He was not around
The rage I felt through my father eyes
Never answer the question
I always ask him
He answers the questions
With a temper on his face
A beastly roar
Send a buckle to my lip
Cut open like a dog’s bite
Bruises swell like plums
Plums which never ripped
To suck the juices through my bitter teeth
To soothe my inner wounds
“Be a man!” my father says
“What kind of man” I say with confusion
A fist to the head
I fall down
On the hard floor
I pretend to sleep
To dream the life I would never have
The argument I had with my father
It began with a sincere question
On why he never cares about me
He answers me with temper on his face
Like a volcano that begins to erupt
My heavy hear pumping every blood
To fight the war
The war I am afraid of
“Bang”
A fist to my eye
I became blind for a little while
I open my eyes
To see shinny stars
Shinny stars to rescue me
“Man up” my father says
“How do I man up” I respond with confusion
I’m suffocated by the his alcoholic breath
He nurtures beer more than me
That’s the argument I had with my father
Phil the Writer's Block 