My father is but a picture
Hidden in the memory book
The one splashed with lonely tears
Falling with every look.
Burdened with a responsibility
No child should ever bear
Trust thrown out the window
To a world that doesn't care.
Does my father know this?
If so, would he change?
Would he mend us with apologies?
Sew us together again?
I could never forgive him though
For what he did to me.
Traded us for some loose tramp,
Deaf to my desperate plea.
So, while my silent tears fall
For my painful history,
It's just another lesson,
Can't trust anyone but me.
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Quiet Thoughts
PoetryThis is my collection of poems I have written this past year. Most of them are not about personal experience but of the experiences people around me have been forced to endure.
