A discussion I remember having with my dad, it inspired me so.


He says.

Is it the ending?
"I think your words are teasing me". He says.
I'm splitting into the shadows,
Should I believe in my decree?

Is it all closing in?
"I want you to show me your proof". He says.
I'm breathing heavily now,
Should I believe in my uncouth?

Is it breaking apart?
"I can see your impression hides it away". He says.
Decaying behind the lies,
Should I believe in what I say?

"Tell me the truth, son".

Is he finding out?
"I know you better than anyone". He says.
The sun starts to shine again,
Should I show what I've become?

Is he piecing together?
"I can help you through, lean on me". He says.
I begin to cry, relentless.
Should I tell him and let it free?

"The truth has been said, son".




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-09-27 at 18:57

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
it's hard at times getting our feelings out, especially to those who have watched us grow up, seen us as a child full of laughter. they will find it hard to accept your feelings of unhappiness, but will have to all the same.
2005-09-29


Sofiul Azam
You have portrayed your confussion in an artistic way! Have you read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufork" by T. S. Eliot? Though themes are poles apart, but a kind of similarity in both attitudes.
2005-09-29