Through His Eyes. A poem.

Posted bystevestillstandingPosted inFatherhood, Mental Health, Poetry, WritingTags:, , , , , , , ,

See the world.
But not through your own eyes.
Try his.
Try seeing and yet not seeing,
failing to understand
what they truly perceive.
Messed up signals,
like a traffic jam waiting to happen.

Open your mouth,
like his mouth,
and watch the words tumble out:
unannounced,
tactless and indiscreet;
a crossword of errors on a big broadsheet.

Walk alone,
not by yourself,
but like him:
truly alone,
like the world has eaten you up
and spat you out.
Deserted, when you truly needed love instead of doubt.

This is how he feels.
So extend a hand.
Feel with him.
Don’t let him misunderstand.
Don’t let him be alone.

Time to prove your worth, and atone.

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

11 thoughts on “Through His Eyes. A poem.”

    1. Thanks, hakoon. There was a time when I wasn’t a poem man either. Then, for no reason at all, I woke up one morning and started writing poetry. Now it’s part of my mental health regime—it’s cathartic. Glad my poems are making an impact. 🙂

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