...Twitching Offspring (A Father's Love)

Poem By Not Long Left

Twitching offspring
how you mirror my past.

seething with disdain
put your head through the window pane.

drink until the demons have
all the room they need
to destroy all whom love you
and all who do not.

you bleed like a street soldier
killing time you etch your anger
on factory walls and teasing girls.

shave your head I said, and you did
see how it sends out vibes of hate
and power.
Glass the man who lures girls with words
seduction is only pure
with the taste of fear.

Never have I been so proud as now
seeing you cut and bruised
curled up, sleeping on the sofa.

Twitching offspring
you will become even greater than me.

Comments about ...Twitching Offspring (A Father's Love)

This is indeed a powerful poem Vincent. You have constructed it well. Whereas the easy way would have been to lump it all together into one flowing stanza, you have carved out those words that are needed for full impact and allow the reader the opportunity to take it in. The matter-of-factness of this is great; you are not preaching and so the poem should be read for what it is: a poem. And a bloody good one, at that.


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