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WHERE DO I GO NOW?

childless father, I ******* ache

every time it crosses my mind that I miss his little face

when any other connection to anyone else feels so out of place

living only in the past in analyzing my actions and in decisions I retrace

 

and no one else can really understand what it takes just to get up and stand

what getting on your own two feet each morning demands

when you're young son isn't yours anymore to see become a man

when you can't hold his, so you just wipe your tears with your useless hands

 

regret

will put a blade in your belly and cut slowly till you will never forget

the waking in cold sweats and seeing any other love as a threat

it makes the smiling at others just a bluff as you place each day's bet

 

can I survive this draining daily distress?

is there life after a needed connection's brutal death?

can I catch back up to normal when the pain won't let me catch my breath?

can I live a whole life when without him I am so much less?

 

I can't drink the pangs numb or calm my blood's churning seas

the sickening motion rolling through each inch of me

the sticky tar that paints me in black misery

or **** the grinning devils that make any new hope only trickery

 

childless

a father's love unwavering but never received

without my baby son all I do is grieve

and I have no use anymore for love, no matter what I use to believe

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Oct 26, 2012
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