The Fatherless & Motherless Child

  No one here could heal this hurt because this hurt burns deep like the earth's core, boiling up inside of me. The rage in my veins is a deadly venom that was caused by your lies and deceit. You were suppose to be here to protect me, lead me, and tell that I was a rose in the concrete. You didn't want to claim so you ran faster than a bride with cold feet.


How could you just walk out, leave, and abandon your seed? You see, I was ready for your guidance because my love was wireless but yours kept getting disconnected like bad services. Life didn't provide an ethernet cord for you so we lost connection. I kept braking down like an old hoopty on the side of the road because I couldn't handle this rejection. I wasn't looking for cars, clothes, or toys, I just desired the love of my father and your protection.


Because of your lack of love for me I've become smitten with someone that I've made my priority although I wasn't even his option. So why did I stay? I stayed because somewhere in the deep crevices of my mind I have fooled myself into thinking that by having him by my side defins who I am. Too bad I didn't have you here to tell me that I had a heart of goal, a beautiful soul molded in the mighty hands of the great I AM.


Your Love was just a scam!


On the outside looking in I was dying internally but externally learning how to accept your choice. I would search the depths of this earth and the galaxy entirely just to hear the sound of your voice. Was there a bond between us when you first looked into my eyes or did you see an obstacle in the way that would soon lead to your demise? I wasn't looking for soul ties or anything I just desired the love of my mother.


They say home is where the heart is, well I guess I was homeless because you were heartless. In hindsight I had a clear vision but looking through my periphal I knew there was something missing. I was so focused on hating and hurting you that I let others do the same, parental guidance was given but I just wouldn't listen.


No effort was made to retrieve no phone calls or text messages did I receive. There were so many times that I would get on a bended knee and plead for you to be there for me. And the funny thing is I heard you loved music, I guess you could say that your gift was given to me but unfortunately the world would never hear our symphony.


Unfortunately the world would never hear our symphony.

Guide that inspired this poem: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741