Ntate (Father)

I am 26yrs, my father passed on when I was 3yrs. This poem is dedicated to him!

Ntate ( Father)

 

he deserted my comic life

went to his scary, dark house

suffocating his trembling body

like he has suffocated my naked life

do not be afraid my soul

under this little light

I have no holes

although he room in my brain

flow in my veins

I pass my love and appreciation

I know he lives in the land of eternal stillness

I belief we will meet again

Ntate, may your soul rest in peace

Reviews

[PaperLife]

In this I feel a scared weeping child. One alone in the darkest of nights, wanting to glow. It takes a lot to go through something like this.

"like he suffocated my naked life" The feeling of exposure, of being unable to breathe or think or become without a twist.

Your words tear at me. The loss of the one person you feel the safest around. Your words feature a world, sitting on the edge of a cliff, falling. at times clutching on for dear life. The bottom is all it fears and the top is all it wants. The middle you are stradnded, somewhere between meaning and loss knowing all at once that loss is something you will never accept. You will never take no for an answer. The words and strenght you summoned inside of your words are braver and sadder the most things.

Well done.

[Honey54]

this is sad...I woundt know what its like to lose a parent...I could imagine it being hard...especially for a woman...I know its hard because your father is the first man you could love..this is a nice piece...thankyou

[David Lewis Paget]

You being so young when he died, your father has become something of a myth in your life. You don't know whether to love or fear him, but hope to meet again in the next life. Yes, his blood does flow in your veins, and in that way he will always be with you. Interesting write.

[Poppie Mira]

thank you Cathy and PaperLife.

[Cathy Wattam]

I don't understand the line "although he room in my brain" - is it an error?

Aside from that, this is a beautiful heart-felt poem which made me feel very sad. To be able to write about our deepest darkest and most painful thoughts in this way is testimony that you can write and write well. Some of the best poems ever written come from that very dark place in our souls. I applaud you.