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Sonnet 1

December 20, 2011
By Pedophobic BRONZE, Moreno Valley, California
Pedophobic BRONZE, Moreno Valley, California
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Favorite Quote:
If you want people to be themselves, be prepared to expect not only the best of them, but the worst as well.


When did i forget what it's like to have a dad?
Unconsciously, my left hand reaches above my chest
And gently supports the weight of you tags.
I allow in my palm the cold metal to rest
As memories of then come wet and warm
And threaten to moisten the pink of my cheek.
I remember your eyes, and your smell, and your form
And the feel of terror and dread at your speech,
But i don't remember having a father.
What foreign feeling is this that i can't recall?
No tenderness now, no hero to bother
With requests of piggy back rides from someone so tall.
And when you left, that love went cold,
I haven't felt it since i was eleven years old.


The author's comments:
I can't be the only one who feels this way. And that question keeps popping up in my head: When did i forget what it's like to have a father?

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