Uncomfortable Silence Poem by Dan McGonagle

In the depths of sleep where Night doth rule

My memories come to the fore

Remembrance of your angry face

Staring from my bedroom door



Never once a word of kindness

Escaped your snarling lips

To you I was no more than annoyance

A bitter cup from which you took sips



Still you haunt my resting mind

Whipping my spirit into a lather

You fill my soul with such unease

After all you are my Father