The Unspoken Father’s Day
Every post widens
the already jagged hole
in my heart.
Memories that could
have been
wickedly flashing as
nightmares
while I sit in this car
for 12 hours
hoping to reach
somewhere sunny enough
to blind away each
passing thought.
Special days are hard for many of us. Your poem is full of emotion. Love trying to reach a place with sun to “blind away each/passing thought.” Nice job!
Every post widens
the already jagged hole
in my heart.
Beautiful
Powerful opening lines.
A lot of punch in this poem from powerful opening:
Every post widens
the already jagged hole
in my heart.
to closing:
hoping to reach
somewhere sunny enough
to blind away each
passing thought.