Bron Dayvid

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How A Poet Loves Part 8 (The Panic) - Poem by Bron Dayvid

I'm barely a man

Barely know my own father

So how can possibly raise a son or a daughter

Easy to fall in love but to stay in love is harder

And she loves me no longer

Maybe it's not mine…maybe I'm not the only one with secrets

But if it is do I have the courage to tell her to keep it

Or delet it… abort the child like we did our love

We can't raise a child together without love

Maybe I'll just run away from it all

Ignore the phone calls

And get in the car and drive…drive

Until my past is gone

And continue on

Farther down a lonely road further

Away from being a Father

It's apparent that I'm soon to be a parent

Put I panic under pressure and become incoherent

She is speaking but… I don't hear it

Don't want the love anymore… I fear it

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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