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Father's Broken Heart
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Wulfman Adventures I.
I don't like the silence between us.
It allows all the ears to hear the heart shattering.
I try to be strong without your laughter and smiling face,
I am frail.
The bedtime stories and morning "I love you, dad"
With all of this and more missing from life,
leaves me heart sore, red eyed and broken.
Collapsing to the bottom of the crumbled soul.
II.
Within my laughter is the sound of a shattering heart.
The jitter of madness,
fighting all these demons to be a better man.
Last time you were taken from me
I drank myself to the grave and the casket almost closed.
I promised I wouldn't default again.
Even though hearing you crying in the deaf ears,
I push myself to work harder.
The loneliness of parent's missing a child,
is a heavy weight even for this Super-Man.
I stand still, gritting my teeth,
and pushing all the will towards worker even harder.
Working is all I know wihtout you.
Love and miss you son with every heart beat.
A Man's Poem
Occasionally, I run across a body of literature that is from a male perspective. Women need to hear that - feel that. Loss is difficult - to write it down and so very well is most engaging. Thanks for sharing from the heart's heart ~Lady A~
Thank you
My son is still living, he is with the mother in California and I do not get to see him as often as I would like because I live close to Canada. A place called Neah Bay, or Port Angeles, either way I am far away from him. I write poetry to deal with the ache, better than the self posioning. *laughs*
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.