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May 2013
my father went on a journey long
inside his head and mind
for months he weighed and stayed away
we wondered for what to find?

at last we had to talk it through
the future and what life's about
he said his mission had been to clear out
what he missed... or could live without

it turned out he was uncertain
about many things in life
but me he did not miss a bit
it cut me
                          like a knife...
I have not spoken with my dad in years now... it feels strange.
I can't find my self to understand his choice...
In the depth of his soul I hope he is sad too, even though he does not show it.
Sometimes it feels like he is dead, but he lives just 10 miles down the road.
not missing me - but missing out on a lot if you ask me...
Dag J
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Dag J  Norway
(Norway)   
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