I Don’t Talk To God

Fri, 11/23/2018 - 20:58 -- vann116

Hey dad 

How are you?

Oh me? nothing new.

Why am I crying? 

Don’t worry, I’m fine. 

Don’t try to wipe them daddy, it’s okay, you’re so kind...

 

I should talk to you more, but I don’t know how

And I don’t wanna ask god because my pride doesn’t allow....wow.

I’m not a good person, I know. 

Despite my longing to reconnect I’ll never let that show. 

You know, I miss you.

I don’t say it often because I have a lot to do.

I miss your smile and 

The chocolate wrappers you left beside your chair in a pile....

 

It would be a long day at work, 

And you plop down in front of the TV

Rolling balls of foil while watching channel 3

 

I still find Hershey Kisses embedded in my memories!

 

I should talk to you more, but I don’t wanna reveal 

The already raw heart that’s too broken to heal...or feel.

I’m not a stable person, it shows.

Ever since you left, everything has gotten harder, you know? 

You see, I miss you. 

I don’t say it often ‘cause I was hoping you knew.

I miss the ground coffee beans,

And the stories before presents in front of the Christmas tree....

 

It would be a long day at work,

But you plop down in your chair

And read A Christmas Story as if the evil of the world wasn’t there

 

I still find dog-eared pages throughout the tangles of my hair!

 

It isn’t fair. 

Despite everything going on 

I still have to recognize you’re not there.

 

Hey dad 

How are you?

Oh me? I miss you...

Why am I crying? 

Don’t worry, I’m fine. 

Despite everything that’s happened you’re still by my side...

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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