Good bye father

this poem was for my fathers actions

Tell me how to love?
how opposites become so alike
and my failures intrigue you
when did our falls become our starts?
listen to my tears, each a new story.

What makes you stay?
is it the roar in my voice
the destruction just from my eyes
and the nights I'm not there.

Am i a fool for putting our hands together?
and leaving this band in my pocket
smudge of red on my collar
and the essence of vanilla lingers the air

I begged you to stay another lonely night
and for some reason.... you stay
these steps in the sand faded
with the crash of the wave.

I dont know to love

only the spaces in between

 

I have scars to compare
and left stories to share.

Reviews

[Brytt]

Hi again. I like this poem also. I do have one question: you say it's based on your father; who's point of view? Is it his?

I only see a few spelling errors this time: descruction -> destruction

Actually, I think that's it. Great work.