Father
My heart bleeds for you
My twenty- third year and all I have brought
Is pain, misery and suffering
I have seen you labour
40 years you have labored to have me become
Somebody
It has taken twenty three years to become
Nobody
Someone said;
The fruit of a father’s labour is his child
But
Is that true of me
Father
My heart bleeds
Twenty three years have I lived
Yet
No improvement have I brought to you
The family name goes down by day
Everyday the name you toiled
To build disintegrates
Father
My heart weeps endless tears
Floods of my tears have washed away
All my dreams and eroded my vision
Father
My heart weeps
For I feel you have labored in vain
Twenty three years and I still hang onto you
As a tick to a dog
Everyday my mouth open-wide for you
To feed to it a fat worm
Father
My heart bleeds for all the
Frustration that has built in your
Heart and mine
For my failure to live to expectation
Father
My heart weeps endless tears
For I have nothing to offer you
Save my endless frustration:
My unaccomplished goals
Your sweat and my tears have produced
Oceans of untold disappointments
Father
My heart weeps as silently I watch
Your wasted sweat
Everyday I watch
Drop after drop of your
Dashed dreams down the drain
Of destiny
But
Is it my destiny to fail?
Father
My twenty third year and your 40th year at work
I wait anxiously for your retirement package
But
How long will I rely on you?
Is it my destiny to continue living with you?
At twenty three not to be able to buy my own house
Father
My heart bleeds, for all I own in this house
Is this pen you have given to me
Father
My heart bleeds
1 comment:
Your pen reeks of sweet sweat, you paint tragedy so well, siple yet eloquent, I have had it with 'deep cats' they almost dried the ink in my vein convincing me poetry is supposed to be written by one's ego and confuse the audience, dont change your style for anything in the world bro, hope to see you at the poetry festival in Augst!
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