Jesse Andrews Poet I do not know?

Father

You die tiny deaths inside my head
Each time I think a thought
That somehow
Borrows your breath

Your grip inside my mind is tensile
Ready to spring
Without notice
And clamp on any innocent thought

And without warning
You loom large
Without precedent
Without permission

I can’t garner comfort in words
I can’t hide in songs
The marrow of my soul
Because they are yours

Those are your dark corners
The places you seek ease
And  if I follow
I’m afraid it’s you I’ll find

You have given me my voice
And stolen it
Both in equal measure
And now I am silently screaming

And  I feel as I did at 8 years old
Watching you walk away
Except now I understand
More than I ever wanted

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Beata Agustin April 21, 2026 at 8:06 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 12, 2016 at 11:06 AM well done Jesse... Love LINDA

Skat A July 21, 2015 at 4:33 PM JESSE, Stopped by to say hello, I enjoyed reading your poem today. FOREVER <3 SKAT"

Dr.Ram Mehta February 21, 2011 at 5:44 AM Nice tribute you have paid to your father bringing out his attributes, Jesse

Ryland Matthews February 21, 2011 at 1:57 AM Very emotional Jesse, it touched on points the the young should never have to endure, but unfortunatley they do "endure" them .... i liked it very much wishing you well in all that you do ... Ryland