Heartache

For a man who is a good son and brother but an equally bad husband and  father.

If she could define out her heartache into some words,

she would tell how she misses a husband you never were.

 

You are a gravely good son and brother for them no doubt,

but never cared for her and brought her down with clout.

 

You would run a mile, could never see them in little pain,

but hardly bothered when your child was dying  in strain.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. smriti says:

    Beautiful poem

    Like

  2. Alaina says:

    Awesome.keep it up!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s