STONE COLD MAN
Stone cold man,
Hiding deep within some strange loathing,
This coldness, she wondered if it was just for her,
His lone, perplexed daughter.
He smiled warm and bright,
That coldness lingered like a foreboding devil she was destined to fight.
What had gone wrong?
What walls had sprung in between, overpowering and strong?
What had she done?
Flummoxed, she wondered at the blood that ran through her vein?
Where did she belong?
Shuddering, indignant, she was in denial of the love he had to feign.
Stone cold man, lovely, caring father.
That trace of hostility persisted, made her falter.
Driven by some selfmade pact on his part, to frown and cringe at her.
Discouraged, hurt, angered by the mute disapproval,
She wondered if she would ever be good enough.
Angry, defiant, she wished he would rather be vocal.
Of his hidden loathe, disapproval.
Father - daughter both on one track.
He, half - heartedly and she, craving his attention.
Wondered what she had done wrong, what made him shun?
That flickering light of dislike, grudge,
Masked by love and warmth, but ever present.
Pricking her, persistant loathing, resent.
Acceptance came over, she knew she would never be good enough.
His love was a pretence, a sarcastic bluff.
Father—daughter, drifting apart,
Swollen pride, inflated ego, unanswered questions shrouded,
He must have wished for a son, deep down inside his heart.
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