Whilst the wind carried me away
Not even letting me sway
The breeze of a hug I haven't had in years
Brings me far more than tears
For my Father
A man with much force
Who tells me what is right and wrong
Tends to burst out in song
Put me on a big, big cart
Where they will then carve out my heart
For the breeze that is taking me away
Saves me from the place I stay
For my Father
A man with much force
Loves to leave me in the hurt
My mind a place of hate and heart
The issues I have with my very own past
Attaches me to people too fast
I feel and feel and feel and feel
Until there's nothing left to even heal
For my Father
A man with much force
Tells me I'm wrong
Then dismisses me to the throng
The throng of people
With pasts not clear
Of people who don't love
And can't bring forth a tear
For my Father
A man with much force
Who tears me apart
And always breaks my heart
I'm a refugee
In the place where I'm most known
Labels surround me
I have nine of my own
For my Father
A man with much force
Brings me to tears
In a place where I should have no fears
In a home of my own
When I am old
The children will be worth
Much more than gold
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Author:
Madds (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2023 12:42
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my father and having daddy issues
- Category: Family
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Comments1
The level of vulnerability and transparency are very moving. Hang on little sparrow. It's always darkest before the dawn. Great write. Very brave. You aren't alone.
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