Unanswered Letters

We pour out our hearts

and bare our soul

day after day

year after year

and not so much as a word.


Our mother tries to protect us

telling us he is a good man

but her lies don’t protect us

and we can’t keep waiting

for our deadbeat father to help us

we should stop wasting our time

writing unanswered letters to an idea

no matter how good that idea might be.

Let’s strap up our boots, grab our plow

till the land and plant our own garden

because, whether he was ever here or not

poppa ain’t never coming back home again

and momma needs our help.


Yes, our God is a deadbeat father

our prayers, ignored letters

sent to an address

that doesn’t exist,

lost somewhere in the mail

no answer,

no return-to-sender,




About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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