The Man That RanA Poem by Tommye TurnerAnimosity 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 AuthorTommye TurnerTelford, Shropshire, United KingdomAboutI 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..Writing
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