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 realโ€ฆ


Thanks for reading this very old poem.

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Tom Alexander

"Art is a lie that tells the truth"

8 thoughts on “Proof”

    1. 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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    1. Youโ€™re so kind with youโ€™re comments Benjamin ๐Ÿ˜Š Thank you for reading and I will try my best to keeping writing things I hope will touch you.


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