The Man That Ran

The Man That Ran

A Poem by Tommye Turner

Animosity surrounds the solitude

my life covets, yearns and craves.

The loathing of the monstrosity

turns my atoms into slaves.

There was a time I became that brute,

when I sought out to destroy.

Now I can see that I shouldn’t shoot,

those whom I love and respect.

 

Because of that dreaded prescription

I was left to fend for myself.

Eight times I moves from place to place

like a ragged toy thrust onto a shelf.

The folks were nice but not until nine

did I find a household called Home.

They’re good to me through good school and food

yet I still find myself feeling alone.

 

I hate that man that I do not know

who left me alone in the dark.

Fury and Rage still haunt me this day;

that’s old Daddy leaving his mark.

My features and genes are all that we share,

yet I shall be the principle man.

Brothers and sisters and children alike,

I shall not be the father that ran.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2015 Tommye Turner


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Added on January 18, 2015
Last Updated on January 18, 2015
Tags: dad, alone, loneliness, love, father, son, child, growing up

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Tommye Turner
Tommye Turner

Telford, Shropshire, United Kingdom



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I am an aspiring travel blogger, poet and novelist currently in my first year of A levels. My inspirations are; Edgar Allen Poe, Christina Rossetti, John Keats, George Orwell, Trudi Canavan, George R.. more..

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