Walking with my father
through the junkie’s habitat of the park
past the band-stand to the pond
where we stood and watched the birds
I longed to find some words to speak to him
as he stood beside me like a statue
in some stony silent prayer
I racked my brain for something true
some sort of spoken key
to unlock the parts in him he never shows
I wanted to see some proof
that deep inside he loves me too
I needed to touch his scars
to finally believe that all of this is real…
[2005]
Thanks for reading this very old poem.
The Lighthouse 
It may be old, but it’s still beautiful my friend 🖤
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Aww, thanks. When the younger me wrote these words he never thought anyone would ever read them… let alone pay such a nice compliment. On his behalf, thank you! xx
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Aw, you’re too sweet my friend!
I’m glad that older you found a way to get his words out 👍🖤
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🙏🙋♂️xx
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😁🖤
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This is really darn good. New or old, your poems just have a great effect on me. Truly appreciate your work! Makes me want find another level in my poetry.
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You’re so kind with you’re comments Benjamin 😊 Thank you for reading and I will try my best to keeping writing things I hope will touch you.
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It’s very much deserved, though. Seriously serious. Stay safe out there!
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