3 Wishes

You never talk to me without commands
Aren’t I your son?
I wish I could hear my name in your voice
You never touch me without pain
What have I done?
I wish I could feel that you loved me
You never look at me without hate
How can you be this way?
I can wish – but you never wanted me


© W.R.R. 7/1/1990

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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