Too Long Ago.

A poem about my life actually.

I stand alone in your dark damp room from long ago,

and you lie so still that I think you're dead.

I've only come to say goodbye, so I lay low,

not sure of how you'd react if you found me,

but that was too long ago.

I left so quickly,

my mother dragging me out the door.

She makes all the decisions once more,

and for some reason I'm not fighting at all.

Mom was sick of the drugs,

sick of all your anger and lies,

and mostly she was so, so sick of you.

Too long ago that day is now,I can't imagine what happened afterwards.

I wasn't even seven when it happened.

Mother stole me away, 

said that we where going to play that day, too long ago.

Are you proud of your baby now?

Do you know why we had to go?

Did I grow up that way you wanted me to?

Daddy, I miss your voice.

Daddy, I miss your music's noise.

Take me back to the happy days,

before they where too long ago.

Author's Note

A little personal but I think it spells out what happened.

Reviews

[Bridget Murphy]

Man, you must have gone through a lot, and I think this poem, though direct, shows the world your pain.

[Coyote Poetry]

Separation is hard to understand when you are young. Children pay the price for the error of parent. Father's need to stay in contact even when the mom and dad are apart. I found my father when I got older and we became good friends. I like the way you ended the poem. Memories allow us to rebirth the good days in thoughts and dreams. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote