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.

[Jack...]

A very powerful and telling poem. The sadness is truly evident but so is the defiance and the desire to keep the entire situation at a safe distance. Nice.

[Winchester Saltgunner]

omg my dads an alchaholic and drug addict so i feel you he hits me and yells at me and just reminds me how i cant do anything right

[Carolann Dowsett]

Brought me back to my childhood, full of sadness but beautifully written.

[KurKota]

Very touching, and a very good writing. Thank you for sharing.