Dad

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 :).

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agoodguy2have
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.
hedistuff
good write.....
Barrellofart
hug
solong
hug hug hug
jazzy75
Chrik3 - you write very well...i felt chills with your poem. thanks for sharingteddybear
trurorob
Traumatic, but well penned!
rob
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