There's a certain guilt  
That sits in the gut  
Of fatherless daughters  
Who aren't quite fatherless. 
Because they know deep down 
That while their parents 
Might still be together, 
The parents who live in the same house 
But sleep in different rooms, 
Aren't happy together anymore. 
And the guilt builds up 
In those fatherless daughters, 
Who had to grow up too quick, 
Who are plagued with monsters and memories,  
The senseless guilt that follows, 
When they figure out, 
That one day the daughterless fathers, 
Who aren’t quite daughterless,  
Will be the one 
Sitting alone in a big, lonely house 
Having dinner on his own.  

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A little bit about the author :

Name : Ezran

Pronouns : they/them/he

Age : 18

Location : United Kingdom

I’m an avid reader, writer, photographer and footballer. I’m an undiagnosed (but very obviously) autistic (which means I’m obsessed with sharks and spiderman), I love old indie music and heartbreaking literature-based films (dead poets society hates to see me coming). My poetry inspiration largely comes from Emily Dickinson, my go-to quotes from her being: “hope is the thing with feathers,” ; “I wish you a kinder sea,” and “because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stop for me, the carriage held but just Ourselves and Immortality.”

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