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Father's Days

Without laughter    
your empty room sighs
walls stream tears  
and that door    
beckons wide  
   
Old footsteps echo  
without an ear  
starving ghosts  
at the creed of fear  
   
I tried my best  
but wish I'd done more  
my guilt    
like your medicine  
unswallowed in the drawer  
 
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 21st Aug 2021
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