My Poems

Always

Here I come again
Dad trying to make small talk
In his old, red pick-up truck
I usually ignore it
His bright blue house roaming into view
The step mom waiting for us
My half-sister playing, barefoot in the yard
Me just waiting to leave on Sunday
I trudge up the wood steps
As they moan under my feet
Like always
The cold air of my barren room
Smacking itself across my skin
Leaving goose bumps
Saturdays always went the same
I would hide away until dinner
Anytime I come out I get ignored
Then when the weekend ends
They close my door
As if I was never there
And the room becomes cold again
Just like the feelings for father

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Ello everyone! Another very personal poem about my life and my relationship with my Father and his family.

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