Book 42 |
Page 17 |
In my fathers image
In my fathers image I should be an ‘employer,’
but instead I am ‘the unemployed.’
In my fathers image I should be a doctor,
but instead I am in need of a doctor.
In my father’s image ‘I am not’ what is his image.
And he tells me this everyday, he somehow tells me so in everyway that,
“I am not what his image of me should be!”
And my father’s image is like a cruel form of voodoo.
And so in my fathers image,
(in my image of myself)
I slowly die.
© Written by Dominic John Gill 21/May/2006 www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au