Uncontrollably crying
because of the life you've lead
you're an addict, dad
its the fact I've pushed
to the back of my mind for 24 years
I had never questioned
as to what your drug of choice was
If I had, you might have answered
Heroin, the infamous golden poison
that once injected, crushes
lives, hearts, and ultimately souls
the powdery white villain, that like a noose
leaves bodies strangled, utterly trapped
yet savagely, refuses to loosen its grip
And I would've replied
I'm sorry, and I didn't know
sorry I never let my love for you show
sorry I called you a sperm donor
(though you really were)
and sorry I forgot your phone number
(though you also forgot mine)
Its all so clear now
Through the foggy haze of anger
I just couldn't see how
your soul had been through the wringer
and that you didn't mean to
drag everyone with you
~Nika
Hello, Nika This is such an honest and heart-felt poem it hardly needs a comment. Everything that has to be said you have already said. I noticed in your note you assured your dad you're not mad. That is exactly the sentiment I felt reading the poem. The poem is filled with sympathy and understanding. It is a quiet poem: no raised voice, no blame. This is the kind of poem that makes the writer (that is, you) stronger and hopefully your father too. And it conveyed its strength to me as a sympathetic observer looking in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
compelling and thought-provoking!