I Am Tied Down By Gloom’s Lace Poem by Boitumelo Oliphant

Never had I understood a pater’s warmth.
Being brought up in a size four ménage yet accompanied by solitude’s bypass,
I passively behold the daunting desire of his affection as it lures me into dismiss.
Did I miss it or did it miss me, I remain out of sight.
Wishful words like thank you remain far from my reach.
Do I reach out or do I let nature reserve its territory amid a soon to bust geo inscribed with the Legos “destruction”.
Subscribing to the notion “everyman for himself” seems infallibly a measure of my destiny.
I cry out to time’s hook as it beheld without intervening, my deter in hunger for his bosom.
I thought it be better to restrain my tears from falling, seemingly I am falling into the grips of envy as I behold his likes do it better.
Should I do anything, should something be done?
Letting go seems a raw sentiment yet a panacea to the delusion that I will one day get him to say…. Out of ink