Monday, February 2, 2009

A poem; The past

Father’s infidelity
Mother’s stubborn weakness
I’m the significant other
Sleepless nights
Secrets
Lies
No way out
Somebody help please, Nana, Papa, Auntie can’t know
Sworn secrecy, the good son, where do you go
Anywhere but there
Unhappiness rules
Alcohol, Drugs and sex
Save the rainy days
Like him, I’m a father now, just like him
Sweep it under the rug, just like her
Innocence lost, Caps and gowns tossed to the air, sigh, I’m free

By BT Shea

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