Families
Stilted conversations
over many years
have left me
bewildered, angry,
even ashamed of who I am.
Superficial intercourse
always open for discussion
as wry smiles and
awkward silences
fill the artificial existence
we all pretend to enjoy.
We gather round,
an afternoon soiree,
as families do of course...
But our eyes never meet
as those who love
each other should,
all blind to each
other’s emotional needs.
Dysfunctional neurosis,
the glue
that has kept us together.
Ironically, reticence,
the glue
which continues
to pull us apart.
Copyright © Peter Golden | Year Posted 2010
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