Dead Dad Club
Dear friend
I'm not
a member
but I
feel your
pain
the bludgeoning
blows to
the already
shattered
ego
the
accusations
the
name calling
the
heart-ripping
criticisms
the look
that
look
of disgust
hate
anger
vessel void
of love
or
empathy
Your mirror
cracks
and I
fall
to pieces
the maddening
memories
won't
clean up
that mess
Yes
I understand
but
I don't
know
yet.
The pace of the poem is like a cyclone. The feelings
ReplyDeleteroar loudly and take off. Enjoyed reading!
Rose is accurate in her observation as a good poet needs
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Thanks, Rose. Glad you enjoyed it! Hey, B.Z., thanks! I appreciate it. Jenny
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