#lossofaparent
Dad, where did you go?
I hate that you're dead,
I'm angry you're dead,
I wish I could go and rest
In that coffin buried deep,
I wish to travel to your grave,
To dig into the Earth,
Open your coffin and
Crawl inside to sleep,
Beside you again, so cozy,
I wish to pretend we're,
Together on the sofa
Giggling and laughing,
A feeling fleeting so fast,
I wish to grasp,
Onto the only image
Of your corpse once alive again,
That would talk and hold,
The burden of your Death with me,
To hold me, my daddy,
I wish to open your coffin,
Lay inside and pretend again,
And again and again,
You and I forever best friends.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
The light is dimming:
Every year, hour, minute
Slowly passes in silence
In distances, lost and forgotten
The light is dying:
Slowly fading in memories
Revisited countless times
By lonely, wrinkled hearts
The light snuffs out:
Tears of regret staining young hearts
Seeking forgiveness for time lost
Words unspoken, love neglected
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
The rows of corn were straight as history is long
The farmer knew he had chosen soiled hands
Or was it a blessing
The morning sun always waited for his signal
Nature waits for those who care for the land
The wood desk was smooth as glass
A hand-carved wooden hand pointed north
Or was it to God
It had been mounted upon a wall
He took it down to find the place of his souls birth
The old boots were as cracked as his voice
He kissed his father hoping to see him again
Or was it faith
Tomorrows long day would wait a little longer
For the night knew his tears would say when
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC