Why I Didn't Answer You Last Night

I disappointed

my father

in many ways.

 

When I was

12 he caught

me smoking.

 

When I was

15 he saw

me drunk.

 

At the age

of 17 I brought

him home a

cardboard paper

stained with

failed grades.

 

I angered

my father

many times.

 

I asked

him why

he never

called.

 

I cried

when on my

19^th birthday

he sent me

an email.

 

But the day

I killed my

father was

when I stopped

answering his calls.

 

Dad, it wasn’t

because I

didn’t care,

but you see,

I had died

and been dead

for many years.

Reviews

[smalltownsympathies]

sounds like my life.
your writing is addicting.

[Arsenic Nemesis]

This is wonderful, very deep and emotional. I loved how you've set this out, it's brilliant, keep up the good work!~

[cassandra violet]

this is a new type of poetry I'm experimenting with influenced by Charles Bukowski.