I got here a little late He's in his silent phase One the ground Curled in a ball Because Daddy didn't want some Daddy wanted it all And, what the hell are you supposed to say To someone who's life has been shattered What could I possibly say That would even matter As he stares off into space And wishes he were anyplace. . . But here And we're drowning in fears I guess when he tells me things I take his fears on Then battle them too inside my head Even after he's gone I wonder if he could have been different I wonder if I could have too I know what happened affected What we say and what we do So, I'm sobbing on the ground While he's curled into a ball How can something that happened so long ago Still make us feel so small
Reason for writing:
one of my best and dearest friends was molested and this is what that is about
Birth sign: Cancer
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