Critique my poem...please, i dont want to die! !!?

Question

death spills over my wrist like christmas in autumn

daddy was my santa, slipping through my chimney like a winding ash in a wooden pipe

daddy ate the cookies but always left the milk

the sour taste carried with him into the north

and no one wants that

so all that is left is a glass half full, and the leftover cookies crumbs

swept on the plate like they were purposely forgotten

left as a tease

daddy was my santa, the white icing on my suicidal christmas

why did those snow flakes insist on tasting like acorns?

suicide

suicide

suicide

Answer 1

I'm not sure if you're trying to be serious with that or having a joke.

If it's serious then it's disturbing and depressing.

If not, then, no comment.

Answer 2

This is hysterical...I hope this is supposed to be cynical.

Answer 3

it's good but i'm not sure what you're trying to say so be more  ... obveous...

Answer 4

Along with nannyjankins, I am sincerely hoping that this a merely a poetic effort and that it does not mirror the actual feelings of the poet. However, there is something underneath the Christmas and Santa metaphor that I find extremely disturbing, as I think you intended for your reader to do. And the fourth line from the end. "Why did those snow flakes insist on tasting like acorns." What should be the most beautiful things are often so bitter.

If you really need to talk, feel free to e-mail me at [e-mail]. blessed be.

Answer 5

i realy dont understand it.

i dont think i read it the correct way

.. is the father raping the character?