Where is my dad

This poem is another contemplative piece addresses issues I faced during a particularly different high school period. I hope those who have faced a similar struggle with their inner mind will relate.

Where is my dad?

I am afraid,

I told my subconscious as we fought.

Come now there's this thing,

unformed,

this need,

I am afraid,
I declared my fear to a room of strangers
or so I thought

but no sound escaped my lips,

no breath went past these lungs and formed the words,

amid the silent tombs of my mind's halls

I fought a war against myself.

Come now there's this thing,
this need,

you know this thing,

you've seen it's soul.

I am afraid

so I sat
against the wall

my eyes drifting towards the door;

 

David!

David!
I am afraid,

he paused mid blow,

he paused,

his eyes were wide and shocked,
you would persist?

You would retreat?!
David!

Can't you hear me call?
My eyes on hers,

I watched her gush like she had before,

before now,

before then,
it's standard form,

my eyes drifting towards the door;

 

Brother it isn't far to fall,

come let us be gone,
unheeded tears formed inside my eyes,
I am afraid,
and I wish they'd understand,

I wish I'd tell it

so it wouldn't kill me to keep it in,

I am afraid,

and where is my dad to hold my hand?

Self conscious,
a man in need of help,

disgraceful

but still I miss the comfort of his strength,

I miss that voice

that always said in response to falling tears

come now it will be all right.

 

 

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I won't pretend to understand the specifics of this poem. It may be that no one other than the writer can comprehend exactly the grain of this wood. But, I think the writing does express more than that convenient term adults apply to adolescents - angst. Past the barrier my mind erects to compel complete understanding the feeling of the poem seeps in. The poem feels alone, in darkness, and unable to reach out for help.

I could be wrong. Best line "You know this thing." Yeah, I think I do.

Cooper