A Chat With DadA Poem by The Flawed
I poured my heart out to my father,
For the very first time the other day,
But only a couple of days before that he’d passed away.
I could see him sitting there,
Listening to all my problems and fears,
With a smile on his face, he was nodding,
But in his eyes I could see the tears.
He started to fade away slowly,
The same way that he first appeared,
I begged him to stay,
Please don’t go, please, please, father dear.
He shook his head, and I saw him fade
As if he walked out through the wall,
I screamed for him to stay,
But he didn’t seem to hear my call.
He turned around and looked at me,
As if he’d seen a ghost just before he went,
Up to this moment I still wonder what he meant
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Added on July 22, 2009AuthorThe FlawedNearbyAboutI am a man who loves writing poetry, and find it the easiest way of expressing how I feel, particularly when I dont like to talk about these feelings. I cannot .. more..Writing
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