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Hey again. I suppose it's been a while since we have talked, yeah? I still miss you. It still hurts sometimes, knowing you’re gone. Down this path, the road a mile too long. Wishing you could help me right all the things that i've done wrong, Or tap my foot along with you to your favorite song. I know it isn't much, but i'll keep you in my heart Every beat i'll think of you, but that's only just the start, Now i'm crying every night, flooding my room just after-dark Soon i'm gonna need a paddle, soon i'll need to build an ark When i hear an engine run, i think of all the fun I miss the road trips to Iowa, i miss being your son There are so many more things i wish i could've done Start a family with you here, make you proud, my number one. This tight pain in my chest, With all the secrets that i kept, The lonely nights where i stayed up, Broken and depressed, I cannot sleep, barely eat, hardly get my rest I miss you dad, i always have Just know you were the best. At twenty three it's hard to see, A future once so bright, I'm searching for, the answer or Some philosophy or might, The strength to stand, to be a man, That i can be, I'll fight So one more time, I’d like to hear How you’re so proud of me. Like a recorded dream, I’ll believe it still, The hopes sitting on my window sill But i know i cannot reach you there Not with bottles, or razors or pills. If I could just talk with you again, Maybe things wouldn't feel so sad, We could catch up like old friends, I'd really like that, dad.
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
Unopened, Love Your Son
Hey again. I suppose it's been a while since we have talked, yeah? I still miss you. It still hurts sometimes, knowing you’re gone. Down this path, the road a mile too long. Wishing you could help me right all the things that i've done wrong, Or tap my foot along with you to your favorite song. I know it isn't much, but i'll keep you in my heart Every beat i'll think of you, but that's only just the start, Now i'm crying every night, flooding my room just after-dark Soon i'm gonna need a paddle, soon i'll need to build an ark When i hear an engine run, i think of all the fun I miss the road trips to Iowa, i miss being your son There are so many more things i wish i could've done Start a family with you here, make you proud, my number one. This tight pain in my chest, With all the secrets that i kept, The lonely nights where i stayed up, Broken and depressed, I cannot sleep, barely eat, hardly get my rest I miss you dad, i always have Just know you were the best. At twenty three it's hard to see, A future once so bright, I'm searching for, the answer or Some philosophy or might, The strength to stand, to be a man, That i can be, I'll fight So one more time, I’d like to hear How you’re so proud of me. Like a recorded dream, I’ll believe it still, The hopes sitting on my window sill But i know i cannot reach you there Not with bottles, or razors or pills. If I could just talk with you again, Maybe things wouldn't feel so sad, We could catch up like old friends, I'd really like that, dad.
cole-cummings
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
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