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Aug 2017
There you laid
on my lap,
as you died.
There you laid,
holding me close,
telling me how,
you love me so.
I was so mad,
so filled with rage.
I didn't say it back.
You chose a cigarette
over your life,
you chose your vice
over your child.
Now you're gone
and I am lost.
You're not around
and I can't trust.
Hate in my heart,
not to you,
but to me.
Tears in my eyes,
as I write this.
My souls is shattered,
it's pieces scattered.
Now I'm here full of regret,
with your vice
now turned mine.
Where can I go?
This is how
I hold onto you.
This is how
I move on
This is how my heart
is scattered
singing the same old song.
I regret it now
and it'll always hurt,
but forever my king.
I'll hold you close
For my dad
04/09/08
Sarah Ramlal
Written by
Sarah Ramlal  21/F/Trinidad & Tobago
(21/F/Trinidad & Tobago)   
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