Still angry......
 

You robbed them of their innocence, took away their pride


Painful childhood memories kept bottled up inside


You were their father, vowed to keep them safe


Their shame lingers on for their bodies you decided to take


How can you do this, lock them in this hell


Too scared to cry out, too ashamed to tell


Your memory lingers on, haunting them inside


You show up in their dreams, shameful thoughts they try to hide


Now you’ve taken ill, to your own body enslaved


But worry not dear father, they will be there, to dance upon your grave


For you will be dead, a past they can finally put behind


You will no longer exist, a pain that may heal with time


As you lie alone, reflecting on your life


Realize you've lost it all, your children, even your wife


No one will be there to witness your last breath,


You will die alone, now maybe your children can rest.

This is sad for all involved in this poem.

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