my father

O my god my father!
Bending metal with his hands, ten times the size of mine.
Quiet temper, an explosive candle.
Mislead into vanilla fields and iced tea with extra lemon.
O my god…

I cannot reach you. You are not teachable.
You are not my hero. My father who art in heaven. I do not know your name.
No one is my hero. Pride like a brick wall. Arms like pythons. Make me hug you.
I cannot reach up to you.
O my father.

Petty tastebuds, childish stories. Jokes on you. So long, you did not want me.
So long, I’ve gone forever. They say you started crying now.
And you’re remembering him again. And you love him again.
And you’re trying to forget me. Forget what I said.
Never face it, so it cannot see you. Never see it, so it’s not really there.

O my god my father!
Combs his hair the same way for forty years.
Pocket tee shirts, women’s cologne.
Missed out on everything, missed out on me.
O my god my father….
When will I ever come home?

-Eigna

my father

TheAngelique

Joined August 2008

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one of the harder ones I’ve bled out.

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