I Don't Hate My Father, I Just Don't Know The Man Read Count : 36

Category : Poems

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Almost seven months to this day,

I saw my father for the last time,

And no, he has not met his demise

but he is quite the ghost to me.


He left when I was just a child

Yearning to make sense of the world,

And yes, my spirit warped by the day:

Anger, 

Denial, 

Resentment,

Bargaining, 

Forgiveness.

Indifference.


Somehow I am alive now.

Free from a life willed by the hug of a father,

The embraces he visibly desires 

From a boy,

who never learned how to be his son.


Blood doesn't negate our unfamiliarity.

Comments

  • Jun 23, 2020

  • Titas Sengupta

    Titas Sengupta

    wonderfully expressed...

    Jun 23, 2020

  • Jun 24, 2020

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