Come To The Side Door
Knock
I’ll let you in, I
will be happy, you
have stopped by, I
want, you
to see it, my
way even though, you
have declared over & over, you
do not want for, you
what, I
want for, you
& therein lies, our
irreconcilable difference
& because of, your
addiction, your
disease, there is no way for, us
to sit down & have
a rational
loving
meaningful
conversation
because, your
mind has been so altered, I
have no idea who, I
am talking to.
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This made me cry. I know this pain, because I walk this road with my son. I am sorry for your pain, but thank you for sharing.
Poem really creates the experience you describe
The form delivers the goods here. Love the breaks and, of course, your ampersand
Good title and a great poem.
Your execution of this is perfect. It must have been difficult to write–but you captured this pain so well. Your piece needs to be out in the world somewhere. . . .
beyond here.
Thanks, Michele.
Beautifully done- poems help heal pain.
I love how you emphasize the gaps in relationship with the pronouns and line breaks.