World Wars and Imprisonment

Father-daughter arguments. I wrote this after one of our misunderstandings.

Fill my cup runneth over,

With drops of sunshine and rain.

The Loud sing-songs to be deaf-hearted,

And spots of lies and coffee stain.

 

Fill it up whiles me and waits in pain,

With the stench of his alcohol and my rue,

The sickness that I feel almost everyday,

The countless world wars I go through with you.

 

The soft pillows not enough to cover,

All the words not meant to be said.

Those that hit mw hard enough,

Harrowing like bullets through my head.

 

Each and every condign-sarcastic remark,

Even the encroachment of privacy,

The silence that overwhelms the room ever and again,

Or even the noise that at times finds me.

 

The glaring and staring of our eyes

Unechoing tacit words we don’t say,

Both of us getting through our nerve,

Both to keep each other away.

 

 

The mistakes forbidden to be committed,

High prides that stand uncorrected,

Forgiveness hides its face a vast.

The name fairness, so often, mistreated.

 

The tumult, the interruptions, and the conclusions,

Sleepless nights, and lament on bed.

The relationship of the two people above,

Are my father and me through my head.

Author's Note

...what do you think?

Reviews

[chris' girlfriend]

i think that is a great poem!!! i love the way it flows so perfectly :)