Time: 8:00 p.m.
Forgot what she was told
She displeased me greatly
With her attitude cold,
I always did what was best
I’m her father, you see
I knew her completely
But she never understood me.
I did not bother with words
When she began to grow
I always gave her space
That’s all I know,
Why did she think
That I was never there?
I know that belittling emotions
Is the best way to care.
Could I have gone wrong?
No! I’m always right
I only asked her to talk
We did not even fight,
She looked straight at me
With her eyes coldly bright
Seething with silent rage
She almost gave me a fright.
I never thought that she’d mind
She was a quiet child
Introverted and absorbed,
You could never tell she was wild,
For her wrath knew no bounds
And she often saw red
I still wonder why blood excited her
And now she is dead.
I was so certain of her …
She’d stop her games if I bled
Be scared into compliance
And be willingly led,
She leaves me confused instead
So completely lost
Groping for an answer
To discovering her corpse’s cost.
My darling daughter
Did not love me enough
She wounded me greatly
Although she knew I’m not that tough,
I always did what was best
I was her father, you see
I knew her completely
But she never understood me.
End: 8:30 p.m.
6 comments:
Must read it over again- I'll be back later.
o.O
...I think. And think again.
Direct,without disguise,direct. The meaning lies in the thought,not in the writing,which here serves as a hammer,not a paintbrush.
It hit me,yes.
weird. good weird. and somewhere down the line disturbing.
speechless.
i never thought it out like that...from the "other" side..
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