Fuck You, Darling Father
a seething mass of hatred
curled on the stairs
hoping sobs will awaken slumbering sympathy
crippled with misery
can't breathe through the tears
blinded by hatred
frustration simmers like stagnant water
how dare you sleep!
may my tears taint your dreams
may by heartache make you restless
apathetic in your arrogance
oh, i'm sorry....is my misery keeping you awake?
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Get out of my head!
I really understood the words and the passion in this poem. It's like you jumped in my head, took my thoughts and put them on paper. Excellent.
"Be the change you want to see in the world" -Ghandi
Yes, Kendra! The passion and
Yes, Kendra! The passion and sparks of your words speak loudly the intensity of your emotions. I felt this poem like a dagger in the gut. I adore this type of confessional poetry and love the metaphors you attack the reader with. Great write. Peace, NSF