No wonder it strikes a nerve.

You only get one dad.

A sonnet.

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Everything catches up with you.

Night terrors can be something so real.

It is impossible to just switch off your feelings.

Some people can be so reckless.

Memories seem to play around.

This is the poem I wrote for a paper last year. The paper was about a boy that was beaten by his father in his truck at a park.