this poem is about me meeting my father. i dont know what he looks like or where he is. i know very little and the things i know are not pleasant but i thought this is what it would be like to meet him.
The blood that swims
these vieins is yours, as is the air
that fills our lungs. Your voice
is but a silent whisper as hollow words
slip off your tongue
This silly devil is haunting
me. She says ignore your company
to wipe off this empty smile and stay
silent for a while.
I'm sick of your mask
and sick of your voice. I wish
I could disappear, but these locked chains
leave me no choice.
You watch me struggle, trying to break free
I search the ground hunting
for the key,
i drop to the floor only to look
up at you smiling and I begin to shiver,
you know on the inside I'm dieing.
My body is a fading shadow
with no wieght to hold
my head, no muscles to open my mouth,
and no tears to shed.
The devil tells me to stand and look
you in the eye, bite on my tongue
and swallow back my cry
[This message has been edited by nina1522 (08-31-2009 01:20 AM).]