Ruth Wrights Poet Rhyme

And I Will Tell You What My Father Is

His eyes do speak of countless words
Resembling edge of poignant swords
And fist of him are lightning bolts
And voice can raise a drowsy molt 

And curse do slip on lips that cracked
To pious heart it lands the mocked
 To wrung the soul from deep within 
And left a spot of great disdain.

If thou will grasp his every word
Thou will end in doom that moored 
So arm thyself with fervent verve
That thou will slept with triumph served.

He’s my father and things won’t change
So still by hope my heart will love
To keep in heart that all his stench
May end one day and hope is all I have.

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Paul Callus January 4, 2019 at 1:29 PM Being strict is one thing, but being abusive is another. You express so much through your words, Stephany. Yet, despite everything, you still hope for an end to it all. ~ Regards // paul

Arthur Vaso October 1, 2017 at 11:06 PM A very poignant write, My heart aches that you will better. Ruth Wrights October 3, 2017 at 10:17 PM symphaty appreciated. Thank you for dropping by- hugs stef :)

Silent One September 20, 2017 at 7:34 AM I've been in a similar situation, a deep well written poem.. Ruth Wrights September 22, 2017 at 9:44 AM thank you for dropping a comment. Someday, all things will gonna be alright.

Michael Tor September 17, 2017 at 1:05 AM Don't loose hope Stephany. Better days are yet to come. God bless you. Ruth Wrights September 18, 2017 at 2:29 AM yeah, I believe it will. Thank you for dropping by.