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The end is near.
I don't know what there is
to go on now.
I feel so alone and broken.

I have love in my heart!
It feels like a throne was taken,
wasted away.
I don't know what
else to say.

I feel deserted and I know
I don't deserve it.
I tried so hard in my life.
I sacrifice my own
to give to them.
So, I feel like
I don't even matter.

  Then why do I bother
to stay on this earth?
It's because of my 88 year old father.
Once he is gone from
this world.
Upon that day,
I feel there's no other
reason to stay.

I'm going to slip out
the back door.
I'm going to go away.
When I am gone
Then what will
people say?

No one will know
where I will be.
Then I will see,
how they will get along
without me.

Until then I'll just pretend
That everything
is okay

My heart is broken.
My heart is shattered.
So much for being a father. :(

Simba
Daniel Berard Oct 23
The night is coming
upon on me.
The day is incomplete.
I know the night is coming.
Now I won't sleep.

Drinking Alone with only
my mind running.
To be here with
you away
Just keeps me
bumming

Watching the hours
passing by
Listening to the music
for it is live
Feeling my heart wanting
to cry

I am tired
I'm
feeling beat
I'm sitting in
this chair
I'm off my feet
Thinking of the
ride home

I know I need to take
it slow
there's no reason
to go
for I would only
be alone
no one to talk to
you are the only one
l want to hold

You stopped talking
to me
the Texting became
fewer like
I knew they
would

There is such a
time difference
I'm three hours ahead
of you
I know that you're
having fun
For there is so much
more for you
to do

I'm going to end
it here where
I could go on and on
I just want you to
have fun

I'll just sit here
keep you in my
thoughts and just listen
to this song

I love you

Simba
Daniel Berard Oct 23
To Celebrate ones
birthday
Is to satisfied
the one
What does one expect on
their special day
Could be the last one or many
more to come
Who is to say but the
one above

Do you give  
a kiss
Do you give
a hug
Is there a gift
Is there more
to come

Is that what is
expected.
To celebrate the one
that is
spoking of

Whether it's done
for pleasure
or just because

Should it be understood if
you're not the one

Is it just to
keep the peace
Is that the way it has
to be done

Separate Lives no
one thought
To be one of
the family
When the other
is not

My mind is running
it is full of thoughts
Am I overthinking
I will never no

To believe what
I am told
Here I Go Again
writing another
poem
talking again on
my telephone
Know I'm done it's
time to go

Simba
Daniel Berard Oct 23
It's pouring out now
wondering how
it is on
the shore

Wishing I was smelling
the salt air
probably wouldn't be
such a bore

Walk on the beach
with only a glair
by myself wondering
why I was there

No one would be
on the sand
even if there were
two people
or
more than a
hundred

For the sands
Through The Hourglass
Are not the same
as they would be under
my feet

The sound of the Waves
crashing on the
shore
sound so much
better before

Take a deep breath
**** it all in
This trip will
be over
Another will begin

The sun is out now
this is how
my poem
will end

Simba
Daniel Berard Oct 22
I believe in miracles. 
This is what I have to say.
He did roll that stone away.
Out the door came Daniel that day.
Not to Believe In His
mysterious ways!
It's like fishing in a Stream
without a hook.
No one knows you better
then He.
For in his eyes we are
an open book.
To hear what He
has to say!
We need to stop to listen.
That's all it takes.
For the man above he
sets the stakes!
For our success and our mistakes.
Not to be judged
by others.
That's for him
to do.
For when that time
for God to come.
To take home
Me and You.

Simba
It's pouring out now
wondering how
it is on
the shore

Wishing I was smelling
the salt air
probably wouldn't be
such a bore

Walk on the beach
with only a glair
by myself wondering
why I was there

No one would be
on the sand
even if there were
two people
or
more than a
hundred

For the sands
Through The Hourglass
Are not the same
as they would be under
my feet

The sound of the Waves
crashing on the
shore
sound so much
better before

Take a deep breath
**** it all in
This trip will
be over
Another will begin

The sun is out now
this is how
my poem
will end

Simba
Good night to you
wherever you are
So far away nothing
is the same

I'm not sure what
tune to play
I'm wondering what
to do
If I will be staying
or
I'll be going away

I put it in
God's hands
It's all I can do
Roses are red Violets are blue
It's out of my
hands now
It's all up to you

For you will decide
what my future
will bring
You have control
over everything

I am down on my knees
I am praying to you
That somehow the sunlight
will shine through

Roses are red Violets are blue

changed the course
of my life
For I love you

Simba
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