I create joy with words of humour I destroy joy with angry glances I create space by moving away I destroy distance by getting closer I create sentances by writing them down I destroy words with verbal abuse
My father, broad grin but worried within A mirror of him, am I but in looks alone His soul mate passed but he lived on With pride I see the pride reflected in his eyes He lives through his children
Seperated mingling jostling for clothes Surrounded by souls like fishes in shoals No one to talk to or even acknowledge all on my own and safe in the knowledge.