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Dark Poetry #1

One Day At A Time

Trynete
Junior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 35
Cape Cod, MA

0 posted 1999-09-05 10:48 PM

This poem is also about my father, however he has changed.

I'm here contemplating
because this mean is acting like Satan
I would love to just up and leave him,
but where would I go then?
I wouldn't have a single place,
nor would we ever be able to embrace.
I fear this man,
why I will never be able to comprehend.
I search for the reason why,
but it is unable to be defined.
When I am at sleep my soul is at peace,
In the mornings I awake
to violence that has decreased.
He has forgotten what he has done to me,
previously.
We go on with life, the next day
as if he had never hurt me,
or at least not lately.
At times I can't help but laugh,
when he clenches his teeth
in anger when he is mad,
but inside, I am truly quite sad.
I despise it here,
perhaps it is because of all this fear.
Another day goes by,
yet so does another lie.
I can feel a sense of hostility,
simply between him and me.
Should I choose to go,
I can't tell you where I'll be,
because I don't even know,
and I definitely won't promise you,
when I get there,
if I will even still be me.
Maybe I'll stay,
and play his hurtful game,
a game of hit and run.
A game I didn't think was too fun.
Thank you God for helping him
change his awful ways.
Maybe he changed,
so they wouldn't take me away.
I know I love him deep down inside,
so I guess this time I'll follow my heart,
and not my mind.
Now he has change most of his ways,
so now I can peacefully live and stay,
with him, at least that is for today.
But we both must keep in mind,
that we have to take just one day at a time.

poetFemmeFatale
Member Elite

since 1999-07-25

Posts 2646
Arkansas

1 posted 1999-09-07 11:32 PM

Very emotional & powerful piece....how very sad to fear your father though....a friendship with a parent is certainly something to not take for granted.....few children consider their parents to be their friends. This has truly touched me deeply, although my father & I are very close, it makes me appreciate that....thank you.

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I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale

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