Your Club

A poem for my father. Get better, daddy.

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Your Club

 

Your clan was a club

When you were a child

Who had the most ills

Who took the most pills

Who could say - and that kills!

 

You tried, I know,

To leave it all behind

The child's pain

The anguish

The hatred

Most of all, you tried,

You tried and and you tried,

To forget

What could never be forgotten

 

I asked you once

What had he done

You didn't know

You said

You had forgotten

 

It hasn't left you

You still wear the mark

On your sleeve

On your heart

And you

You made the club

 

I can never comprehend

Your thoughts

Your actions

I, who shared your mind,

Am an outsider

Membership denied

 

The club expands

Now two against one

You chip away

At my sanity

Dangling an entrance card

Like a treat

 

You would never wish it

Not on me

Or any other

But still

For me

For my benefit,

You said,

The card sits

Waiting

 

join my club

 

i might even

love you again

Author's Note

I don´t think I´ve ever made any of my pathetic excuses for poems public before. I would truly welcome constructive critisism.