Absalom Poem by Gert Strydom

Absalom



When you did hang like a scarecrow
on your hair
on cedar branches
caught in your own guilt
and megalomania

a father's heart was torn,
was cut in two
and although you saw him as a enemy
you never knew the depth
of his love for you.

Monday, September 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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