Existential Debt

I lived my early life
in war-torn London
I never experienced
the loving warmth of family

my father seldom addressed me
and when he did
it was with sarcastic criticism

he died in bitter silence
his legacy
a childhood of dark depression

many years would pass
before Camus and Dostoevsky
loosed the shackles
and lifted my gaze




Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2018-12-09 at 14:30

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