Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks

No daddy don't buy me a coloring book,
Because I'm afraid instead of my pride I've swallowed a hook.
Since a child tracing your dusty framed smile,
Falling into my remedy all the while.

A thousand Mondays spent drawing red liner across my wrists,
After twelve-hundred Sundays remembering you're missed.
But now I'm fading into deep pools of confession,
Now I can taste it, and it tastes like regression.

Twenty-four crayolas lined up so neatly,
I'll beg, I'll cry, I'll lie, but you'll still leave me.

Never a shade as beautiful as your blue blood,
I'll wait for your screams to violently flood.
My memory, all the lines drawn up in fiction,
Your absence left nothing for me but addiction.

© 2012 Amy D. Brooks

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Very deep and sad poem... Very well written as well! Thanks for sharing

Posted 3 Years Ago

I get it, I love it ^_^

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can't figure out how intense is your agony.
But,I understand you have lots.
Well penned.Not sure about the rhymes.
My favorite sentence:
"Your absence left nothing for me but addiction."

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on December 20, 2011
Last Updated on December 10, 2012
Tags: death, alcoholism, suicide, father, loss


Amy D. Brooks
Amy D. Brooks

Portland, OR

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