
This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
A man I once sought to know
Has been the teacher of sorrow
He turned his back
His shame is black
His words are hollow
and his faith runs shallow
I am a daughter
He is the father
This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
A man I once sought to know
Has been the teacher of sorrow
He turned his back
His shame is black
His words are hollow
and his faith runs shallow
I am a daughter
He is the father