I could hear my own footsteps as i walked into the room A large man standing cloaked by his black leather jacket Gathering possessions,a suitcase a step from his silhouette Who was this man what was he doing in my house i asked myself
He turned like the wind startlingly me to tears Where are you going! i shouted in distress My tears poured as if from the deepest ocean Can i go with you, can i go with you I beseech you il behave i promise
He stared at me with despairing eyes The sound of the zipper sent chills down my spine The seconds felt like minutes, like hours as he walked out the door Are you coming back i screamed.. my last four words No was the answer i sat there and cried.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
Chrik3: though i can't personally relate, i do feel the anguish and sorrow expressed in your words. It is a well written expression of you, as you said "without anger". Well done.
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