What's it like, your dad being dead?A Poem by ErithVert"What is it like, your dad being dead?"
“ I feel like I lost my keys, Though I have not of course. The feeling is rather similar though.
I have lost my keys And now nothing is important. My engagement, my car I know they are somewhere. You look around madly, You want to rip everything apart But it won’t help.
Anxiety, disappointment, loss. Anger.
The keys were here but now they are not. They are gone. He is gone."
Clouse takes a sip of water.
"Scratch that. It is more personal than keys. It is your childhood home; a dimming house You are there but everyone else, your family They are at Disney World. At first, you wonder- Are they coming back? But you know, yes you know They are never coming back." "Does it get better over time?" The question angers Clouse.
"No, it does not get better over time And why would it? No. No, of course not. Why would it? If anything, you lose yourself in the game you play. You remember something about him, you forget something about him- What is worse, The remembering or the forgetting? There is no desire for either.” © 2018 ErithVertReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 26, 2014 Last Updated on September 4, 2018 AuthorErithVertWatauga, TXAboutI am not much for talking about myself in any obvious sort of way. But I have a family, a career, I am extremely busy but despite all of those wonderful things all I ever want to do is write. I write .. more..Writing
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