A broken heart
Trying to heal
No love is found
Just an empty hand
A million pieces
On the floor
No heart can be built
Instead the pain which is left
No fondness found
No voice is heard
Empty silence
In a tragic room
Maybe one day these scars will be healed
For now they are bruised
With the agony left
Tomorrow or today
I'll be okay
Because that's what I was taught
With the love I never got.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry about absence father. May hit hard, I'm so sorry for anyone going through it.
