poem

hi guys! idrk what to post so ill post a poem 

A fathers love

Barely there, eyes glued to dotted lines, a blue light screen with numbers on it. When it all shuts down he becomes a venomous snake. Spitting venom from his mouth, over and over and over again. Is there an end? 

When the screen turns on again he quickly shifts, putting on his mask. A smile… how they are fools. We are all fools. 

He takes every gold medal and asks why not diamonds. He takes every flower and crushes it because of a mere chip in one of the petals. Perhaps it’s cause he sees himself in that petal. 

The dotted lines become chains into his office chair. Trapped like a bunny in a big grass field. “Free” but there is no where to go. He bites at the hand that begs for attention. For love. Anything. And gives himself up to the dotted lines on the contract instead 

This is what he called love 

~ Helena gastão