will you?

another poem about my dad

“Will you ever love me?”

My voice echos

Against the walls 

You built between us

And your silence,

Father,

Answers my question

Louder than your

Pitiful excuses

Of why your love

Feels so empty

-d

Author's Note

personal, be nice pls

Reviews

[Tricessimus]

This poem seems to be drawn tightly together by the use of sound or language words; it begins with a question in an echoing voice, loud silence as an answer. The imagery of a wall makes it feel claustrophobic with the final line hammering home a clear emotion. IMHO the purpose of all art is to convey an emotion more complex than could be managed by a single word like "sad" or "angry", to that end this brief offering succeeds exceptionally well. Technicals aside, no one can hurt you but the ones you love and I can certainly empathize with the sting of a loved one erecting walls. Good write.