“You miss him?”
I tell them not,
can’t miss what you never had.
Never had a father figure,
but never mind, mom was stricter
in my childhood the only victor.
Can’t put him anywhere in the picture
of a now damaged structure
that once could’ve been salvaged
if our relationship hadn’t been ravaged
by neglect and mismanage.
Now I question my mistrust
in love or lust,
can commit but disconnect
because I know I’ll end up crushed.
Can show affection
if a special connection
awakens my elation,
but for my heart protection
shut down at the sense of rejection.
Deep in this black hole
that is my mind and soul
I search for answers
to a stable structure
turned into a million-piece puzzle
of stories that remain untold.
If you enjoyed this poem, take a look at the linked short story below, available on all reading platforms: Daddy is a Foreign Word
