Missing Dad
I think the truth is that
I kinda like being sad
and being down and all of that.
I kinda like how missing you
feels on my heart.
I feel the weight down to my feet
then they start
dragging like I do
with my past all around,
ever since I wound up here
at the Lost and Found.
When I miss you,
it feels like it hasn't been long
since I was yours,
since you've been gone,
since I had a home,
and a place to belong.
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▾ This Poem's Voice
Your Poem's Voice
PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal, autobiographical grief and longing; minimal abstraction
SparseMeasureDense
One dominant idea developed slowly across lines; meditative pacing
DarkSentimentBright
Melancholic, dwelling in sadness; admits liking the pain itself
StillEnergyExplosive
Quiet, introspective voice; dragging movement; still and contemplative
MicroLengthEpic
20 lines; falls in 16-30 range
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Feet dragging as simile; Lost and Found as metaphor; mostly direct but some ornament
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric interior monologue; introspective first-person reflection
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