A man I call father

A man I call father


Time carved its scars on you,
the wrinkles make you unrecognizable
since the last time I let you in,
you still move further away from me.
It still seeps through your throat---the rum,
after all those years, it still seeps deep into me too.
You call me daughter, I call you father.
My heart is your throne, not your home.
Your indifference made her indifferent,
she cannot see us anymore.
I learned to neglect your voice too,
no matter how much it calls out for me.

Author's Note

reviews are welcomed.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

A very honest piece, no gimmick or whistles, just brutally honest poetry, I like that about your style. It tells the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts, or is not too pleasant. You make art out of a place of pain, and that is a strong gift. Love the line: "My heart is your throne, not your home." The words, the rythym, it,s all perfect. Well done, and thank you for sharing.

[Dave]

A well written, sad piece. I somehow feel the love that you want to be there, but can't reconcile it.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Some words can lose value.
"you still move further away from me.
It still seeps through your throat---the rum,"
Love had limitations too. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jeff]

Wonderfully written and honest piece.

[Kal]

Very deep and I'm feeling the honesty here..

Well done!

[InsanityWriter]

Wow. This amazing, it portrays such powerful emotion. Beautifully done.

[sheila.j]

beautifully written I can feel the emotion

[patti]

very powerful and emotion poem, but yet that poem shows sadness the more you read it... you have a gift conveying emotions onto paper... A really good poem!

[keyvan]

beautiful....

[Tainted Devotion]

Very emotional and powerful. It made me very sad inside. You do have a remarkable gift for conveying emotions through writing. Loved it.

[Nick.B]

Very powerful emotions on this one, very dark and sad, this poem took me back...anyway great job