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My real dad is dying,
Not seen him in years,
Why do I feel like crying,
He still causes tears.

The alcohol is killing him,
His body is slowly not functioning,
His life becoming dim,
I feel like I’m the one choking

Not a word has passed between us in some time,
I pushed him away because of the addiction,
The years feel like a lifetime.
I became a distant person.

I am now a stranger to my father,
As is he a stranger to me,
Childhood memories with him are a blur,
For all this I feel guilty.

SJ

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Simon

Contributed by little_genna on Thursday, 21st July 2005 @ 01:04:19 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

My real dad is dying,
Not seen him in years,
Why do I feel like crying,
He still causes tears.

The alcohol is killing him,
His body is slowly not functioning,
His life becoming dim,
I feel like I’m the one choking

Not a word has passed between us in some time,
I pushed him away because of the addiction,
The years feel like a lifetime.
I became a distant person.

I am now a stranger to my father,
As is he a stranger to me,
Childhood memories with him are a blur,
For all this I feel guilty.

SJ

Copyright Â© little_genna ... [ 2005-07-21 13:04:19]
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Re: Simon (User Rating: 1 )
by Tricky on Thursday, 21st July 2005 @ 01:13:52 PM AEST
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wow......I can't imagine what you must be going through. Your poem is beautiful and very sad.

Re: Simon (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 17th September 2005 @ 04:40:35 AM AEST
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This was very difficult to read. I'm sure it's so unimaginably hard for you. Wonderful write.

Re: Simon (User Rating: 1 )
by gmcse8 on Tuesday, 10th October 2006 @ 08:30:47 AM AEST
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Hi Princess, I have been reading your poetry again lately; there is much I really enjoy about it. Some of them I get something else out of them each time I read them. I was not going to comment on this one, but decided to do so after some reflection. I had not read it before. I thought I was going to read something about your friend Simon and was looking forward to it, but surprise, wrong simon. I thought that technically it was one of your best. It flowed, it rhymed, it was coherant, and it was poignant. It was well written and I would be surprised if someone found fault with the technical aspects of it. The thing I liked most about it was the first and last line. They say it all. I would have liked to have seen this one written in a spiral. Do you know what I mean? It is the type of poem that would work visually that way. Anyway, it was very good.
Bob

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