My dad cried
she was with child. a mild shock went up my spine fallowed with sickening realization. degeneration of my own life had begun. anyone could have seen it coming but me. she was silent. while I fell into a violent void. humanoid, less than human. subhuman mess of a man denied the love of another. other for months, and then she called. appalled at herself, miscarried. she ended it right there. I hid myself away. my dad sat me down and we cried. he wanted my life to be different.
This poem is about:
Me