Dad, Dark Demons, And Memories Poem by Not Long Left
Dad, Dark Demons, And Memories
skimming stones,
into a dirty english sea,
bieng my big strong dad,
you would always beat me,
by a skim or two,
you were the Atlas of my world,
and i adored you.
watching me proudly.
playing football on a cold winters day,
i was rubbish,
yet always would you say,
great game son,
holding me tight,
soothing the nightmares frights,
singing me songs your dad sung to you,
the way great dads always do.
holding me hand, high up on the mountain side,
your strong reassuring grip
your face smoothed with pride.
these are the memories i treasure,
i will keep them with me forever,
these are the times when the family was one,
and you was daddy and i was son,
so simple it was back then,
i do love you dad,
but dark demons,
have built high thorny walls,
and neither of us can hear our calls,
of forgivness
This is brilliant Vincent, and something I wish my two son's would do. It is a form of grieving and does wonders to lighten the load. Believe me, I know. It brought a tear to my eye as skimming stones, was a fav of their dad's, all I can say to you is do not let those dark demon lock you out of what life is about, and that is loving and enjoying it. I am sure you are a strong man, if you are anything like your father sounds. I don't believe they ever leave your heart, so make sure it does not go cold. Someone will come and bring love into your life I am sure. 10 from admiring Tai
That's a strong emotional work Vincent. It flows well and the structure is spot on. The opening two lines are great and really conjure up images of a typical English seaside. Small typo in the third line. A cracking work.
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Speaking as someone who knows something about demons and barbed hedges, they are only insurmountable to those who have no desire to try. I am sure you will succeed and, as for your poem, it is sweet and sad and the lines work well together to create strong and solid images. Good workJoy