Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Oh, My Darlings

Oh, my Children; how thee I neglect!
Self-absorbed in Percocet
Mired in pain, I should like to explain-
That I am far from perfect

A better father you deserve:
Better-tempered, kinder moods
One not so consumed by nerves
And left to bitter broods

Oh, my Children, how you Sorrow
For your father, and his affections
Hope, my darlings, for the morrow
That he will find a new direction

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~JustThatArchaicPoet aka Chan

9-1-13

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Robin Davis December 20, 2013 at 9:07 AM Chan What a powerful and emotionally heartfelt write. This tugs at the heartstrings and touches the readers heart. It's so sad when children have to endure this kind of sorrow and despair. Great job Thanks so much for the kind words on my Rare And True poem. Hugs and Love Just That Archaic Poet December 20, 2013 at 9:12 AM I sincerely appreciate the kind words, Sweet Pea <3

Karen Anglesey September 4, 2013 at 10:48 PM You are brilliant and I do feel compassion for the children who suffer with their parent's addictions. I haven't read such eloquently written darkness since Poe.. Just That Archaic Poet September 5, 2013 at 8:31 AM Your words delight me beyond measure, Karen. This piece was heavily influenced by Poe, and positively drips of him in the last stanza, I think. It spans three generations of neglectful fathers, beginning with my grandfather, my father and ending, of course, with myself. Thank you for stopping by, Karen :)