Just like your father, it didn't take much to keep you away.
A bottle of booze, regret, and the urge to give up.
Your better half was falling apart, but you didn't move me.
I've got too much soul for you.
The feeling of being wasted, trashed must be phenomenal.
I look forward to sitting on dirty sidewalk failing at everything yet managing to dig myself deeper.
Ruined. I supposed it's like father, like son.
I wish I had a father that could put me together again.
I wish I had a mother who cooked breakfast every morning.
I wish I had friends who could've prevented this.
I am nothing,just like my father.
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I like the style of this poem. I wonder if it follows the saying, "like father like son."
ReplyDeleteI like the longer sentences in the beginning, and then the shorter more finite ones near the end. It really adds life and perspective to the narrator, and while it also shows strength, projects an unwavering sense of failure.
ReplyDelete"The feeling of being wasted, trashed must be phenomenal."
ReplyDeleteI adore that line. I loved this piece. It left me feeling empty in a good way.
i love it...they're just your thoughts, but they're beautiful.
ReplyDeleteit was AMAZING! i loved it so much.
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