Where were you, daddy?

Tue, 02/16/2016 - 11:43 -- Kkamrin

There is one person I can't seem to escape

He hides in my memories 

constantly running up and down my spine causing shivers and quakes

the one person that was supposed to be a masterpiece 

 

He was never there

and I always have been and always will long for his time

but to him I suppose he sees me as an unnecessary affair

So as he lived and thrived,

I treated all of his shortcomings as a crime

 

I developed and unnecessary anger for him

but when he prematurely died

I laid all night and cried

because with the realization of his was complete absence I found it quite grim

that I would never again get to see him

 

Regardless of all the pain my father caused me,

Regardless of the times he failed to be there,

I always felt that we would eventually become a pair

but now with his death I can forsee-

the pain of never having a father will forever live with me.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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