A Child's Cry To His Father Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

A CHILD,
Father! Father! ! What shall become of us?
The wind is creaking furiously in the darkness
Spirits mounted the roof of our hearts in the afternoon
And our hearts ranging wildly as prodigal chicks.
I have never known you as a father but your blood flow in my vain.
Father, what is happening between us?
The bond, the love, the emotions we share and lost mother.
Shall I ever be known as your son, father?


Father,
A show of love to you could be taken as a weakness to my humble being
You are a forbidden son, a bastard born when joy was found in my heart
You murdered my joy son and your mother gave me pains that was why I
Killed her in cold blooded night.
I was never meant to love you, son.