A Poem by Jimmy Glenn

My father left me a few years back, and the simple conversation I had with him yesterday made it feel like he left again. Reopening all wounds.

There he goes again
Leaving his kids behind
My pain can just begin
As our conversation can only remind

He was there for me once
I mean only kind of
And that weight is tons
 But I know I do love

My sister gets a better life
She won't have to strive
It's about time my parents stood

I love him dearly
He is my father
But only barely
His other family, he would rather

He talks like an adult
It's about time
My emotions catapult 
As I write this Rhyme

My father hurt me
He left in a time of need
That was a huge fee
And was based on greed

At least that's what it felt like
When he left for her 
Through my heart, a spike
You damaged me for sure

No contact for a year
Maybe two
I don't know how to steer

You talked for a little
Then left 
Making my life a rhiddle
And the world alone I heft

Cora is more needy
I get that now
It's not greedy
But I can't understand how

You can take one child
And forget the others
That is mild
Never mind me and my brothers

You have grown
to see just how
 You F***ed your own
Children as of now

I hope you learn fast
Cora needs a dad
Something I never really had
So don't you make her an outcast

© 2018 Jimmy Glenn

Author's Note

Jimmy Glenn
This is all real. Nothing is fake. If you enjoy please leave a review. Thank you all.

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oh my gosh so i barely saw this poem, you had requested that i read it. it's so good, i cried reading it.

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Added on May 9, 2018
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Tags: Father, Absence, Leaving, Dad, Love, Abandonment, Abandon, Kids, Leave


Jimmy Glenn
Jimmy Glenn

Sonora, CA

I'm a Sonora High student enjoying poetry. I'm 18 I am looking for a partner to write poetry bi-stanza meaning I write one then (Name) writes one, repeat Please don't use my work without my permis.. more..

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