Ohnmacht | a poem

I watch you run out of patience

I watch you run out of love

and I watch the man, who hides behind the name father, unravel

*

and I forget how to speak

something happens to my speech

something happens to my voice

in your presence

*

and your absence is an old hole

I take my blanket with me

*

you built an entire house

on my mother’s sense of powerlessness

*

your children subordinate

but we never were

under tyranny

*

and you yanked our souls

into your vindictive chaos

*

my father and I share the same birthmark

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I was born into my father’s gaslight

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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