Son
You never let me go anywhere.
No late nights, no careless roads,
no laughter spilling past the gate.
Your rules stood taller than I did,
walls without windows.
I thought you built them
to keep me small.
You never said, I love you.
Not once.
Not in the language I knew.
Your silence felt like distance,
your discipline felt like doubt.
I watched other fathers
lift their sons on shoulders,
laugh loudly in open parks,
speak soft words without shame.
You only spoke of marks,
manners,
reputation.
I thought I was your project,
a name you polished
for the world to see.
A tool to carry
your unfinished dreams.
So I left.
Five years of quiet.
Five years of pride pretending
not to ache.
I erased your number
but not your shadow.
the next series of this poem will be published soon , This isn’t just a poem — it’s a real story of a father and son who never learned how to say “I love you.”.....Not fiction, but a painful reality many fathers and sons live every day. but here there are still some words which is unspoken....
lets see what happens next when they speak. ..)
the glimpse of next release
Five years of silence — and neither of us knew who would break it first.*
I was so sure I was right… until something made me doubt everything.
I didn’t know that everything I believed about him was about to be questioned.
I thought I understood my father… but maybe I never did.
And then something happened that changed the way I saw him forever…
If only I had known what was happening on his side of the silence
by shakthi sinha
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Namste,
this is Shakthi Sinha.
This poetry is reality of many father and son's relationship ,
which i tried to present here.
This poem is in six different section ; where in each level both will be regretting their own decisions.
In each section you will end up questioning that ''Did they ever speak again ?'' or ''Will they be able to fix it?............
Hello Shakthisinha!!!!!!
Hop here with a review for Team Roses Of Red!!! Sorry but I am really tired so this review definitely will not be the best! Also, I like to review things as I read so just letting you know!!!
Okay, let's just jump right in!!!!!
This poem definitely did leave an impact on me. Even though I don't relate to this exact situation, I do relate to something similar. It truly is a sad poem but not in a heart wrenching I need to cry sort of way. It just feels so much like a you never said I love you, so I just stopped caring kind of vibe. It wasn't even that the narrator stopped caring, they just gave up trying it feels like.
The last stanza just really hit in a way I can't even describe it...
It just shows that actions have consequences for me. Like, the father didn't say I love you or communicate it, so the child left. Even when the child did leave, it's not like the father just disappeared from their life because it's not that simple nor will it never be. I mean, yeah, who knows, maybe the father wasn't the best, but he's still their father. That's not something you can just erase.
Yeah overall I just really did find this poem intriguing to read!! You said that there was going to be another part of it uploaded? I would love to read it!!!
Have a good day/night!!!!
Love,
Hop
Hello!! It's catsz here to leave a review!~ This looked really interesting, and I apologize if I'm a bit rusty, haven't reviewed in a WHILE. Anyways, let's dive in!
This poem is so relatable, and beautiful. The start gets to the point: protective, never late night parties, always safety first. "Your rules stood taller than I did" is a very creative way to say that he is controlling.
This father was different from others, instead of funny jokes and family time, he was quiet and distanced. Maybe something on his mind, maybe a reminder of something that happened in the past.
The imagery is absolutely tranquil. The doubt, the quiet, the loneliness is all clear in the narrator's voice.
I like the little pause in the middle, that tells us that we are not alone if we are experiencing this. Very creative!
I guessed right! The father is going through things that were hidden, struggling alone.
I like the mystery, it doesn't state what happened, which gives a hauntingly beautiful feeling to the reader.
Some suggestions- maybe for the last line, add a period, or a trail off thought. It would help make it more final, more tragic, and sets the mood stronger.
Thanks for writing this beautiful piece, please keep going!
Happy Writing!!
~catsz