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EMPTY PAIN

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I miss you,
and you don't even know.

And if I scream it, write it,
sing it, sign it...

you will never know.

I miss you, and I cry.. I cry... I cry.

And the tears have flown to such a point
that they are no more.

I hate not knowing where you are,
what you are doing,
I hate loving you... and you not knowing.

Do you even know who I am?
Remember the time we once had?

Frozen pictures clutter my desk,
your sweet smile... innocent eyes,
elegant beauty. A time... long past.

I miss you,
And the way we used to dance.
The times where we ran.

And I miss you so much that I want to scream,
I want to hit something, to cry, to drown in a stream.

The pain is unbearable, the hole in my soul unhealable,
And I want to scream that I love you. That you matter.

But you will never know.

That I am your father.
You are my daughter.

I miss you.

Sat Jul 15, 2006

Copyright © 2006 Josh Hendrickson
This came within minutes after the poem Lost. This is a true poem for me, my real feelings about my daughter. I think, thinking about God as a Father and how he must sometimes miss me, got me to thinking about her. I still miss her.
© 2006 - 2024 canterrain
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AquaBlue22's avatar
You must be an amazing father to write that for you daughter. This is by far the best poem I have read in a long time. I'm not even 16 yet and i already know that my dad would never do anything as sweet as this poem for me. Truly amazing!