Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

Father

Does your heart ever remind you to miss. As you kiss your other do you ponder on mother and the I your rejection.

Father

My cheeks grow tender with each tear that flows in fantasy of :

what could have been,

Should have been,

Shouldn't be,

Should I even be?

Father

When you left… When you fled was I the ignition, was I like omen to farmers havest or like viking with war cry that shook you out of your village.

Father

I hate you for what could have been yet I miss you.

I hate me for missing you when he and she speak about their daddy and I…

I hate you.