Paul Michael

Spurious

Spurious

I was always told
I was the favorite sun
But I was never the brightest
In the sky
I remember sunny days
When I was young
But they have long gone by
I ignored the awkwardness
While transitioning
From boy to man
The distance created in that time
I never could understand
I tried to mend fences and bridges
When locality permitted
I found the land they held
Already inhabited
I hoped time would erase all wounds
But it added distance as it passed
I held my feelings and my tongue
As excuses filled my ears
When thrust back in the sky
There was no use for me there
I truly felt the distance
With the lack of every word
The silence I could not break
Accusals of jealousy
The final straw
The wound that left me scared
But I always told
I was the favorite sun
It must be a night sky
For there is no father in mine

Topic(s) of this poem: alone, father, love, poetry, sun

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 1, 2017

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