Life dealt me a dirty hand...

Sometimes I think about what it's like,
To have a normal dad.
Someone to be there and love you,
So you wouldn't always be mad and sad.

Also what'd it be like,
To have normal brother,
To not wish death on him,
Or your father.

I know why people wanna just,
Up and leave far away.
To get away from their dirty deal,
But karma always makes them pay.

Just the matter of me waiting,
Karma struck dad heavily now.
I can't wait for my brother's dose,
Time to meet and greet so take a bow.

But without emotional stress,
I wouldn't be an imaginative poet.
Years of built up emotion,
Now I can shine and show it.