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


I was born into my father’s gaslight

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

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