Errol Anderson

Rookie (Jamaica, but now live in Canada.)

Deserted - Poem by Errol Anderson

If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown.
And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown.
A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found.
A curse on you should history come around.
No chance of knowing if there was a bond,
Left alone to survive this raging pond.
A trend you made, not a fashion but still a fad.
Angered and pained should I call you dad?
No male to rely on, no figure of permanence.
A motherly love her best was innocence.
A man you’re called, but a father you should’ve been.
I look inside and hate what I’ve seen.
A likeness of you is natural,
The images it creates are factual.
A willingness to change from being the same,
Disowned and not knowing, I will not play your game.
Away from me you ran, mine I will show how.
If you could see me now…


Comments about Deserted by Errol Anderson

  • Lady Keva (5/6/2011 1:15:00 PM)


    WOW! Great poem I can relate. Although I still see and know my father he has never actually been a real father figure to me throughout my life. This poem tells the exact way I feel about my dad, U couldn't have said it better. Keep up the good work, and I hope to read more of your poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 7, 2011


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