Beneath that bitter, steel blue sky
Into my heart I dared not pry
For shameless secret dug down deep
Would want to surface, wail and weep
And cruelty of a coward’s crime
Would pine to pour on page in rhyme
Reverberating round my head
Would leak in lines from soul that bled
Its Testament of Tortured Truth
That yellow-bellied yarn that youth
Inflicted on me and my kin
A savage, shameless, secret sin
Within our bitter, broken home
Beneath our damned, despotic dome
Dread DEATH, He posed and postured proud
As dad lay sleeping ‘neath his shroud!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2018 06:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Poem about my Mother, sister and myself after my father's tragic, untimely death.
- Category: Family
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How very sad....... it puts us there with you and your family........ what is the secret sin?
Thank you. Yeah, I think for me the secret sin was my dad's death. It felt as if it were a dirty secret that no one dared talk about in front of us in case it upset us etc.
I see - yes death does seem to make people go quiet...... they're afraid I guess......
This fills me with sadness, but also a great empathy, as it conjures up thoughts of my own family and things that have happened. If this poem is personal to you, then I hope that expressing through poetry helps you.
Yeah, it has helped me greatly to pour out the pain in poetry. Appreciate your kind comments and feedback. 😊
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