My Father

[Chanz]

This is a very short and possibly unfinshed poem. If anyone has any suggestions on how I could possibly lengthen it, it would be greatly appreciated.

 

 

 

Frustraion; Anger; Pain;

All surge through me;

Making me feel insane.

 

You put me through my paces;

Just for your amusement;

You make me feel like a dog in the races.

 

I look at you with clenched fists;

My anger threatening to explode;

Then, I realise harmony never exists.

[Peredhil]

To me it feels incomplete in a three line stanza - perhaps the intended frustrating effect?

 

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