The thing about my dad,
He made me believe that
I could rule the world.

That I could and would
Change the lives of people
Whether in a small or massive way.

But he left before I could do,
A single one of those things.
And now I'm left here wondering

Can I do any of those things?
Or will that hope he gave me,
Slowly wither the more time
That passes from the moment he died.
And left me here questioning myself.

~TMH

Like gasoline and a lit match.
We burn alive.
First in orange and yellow.
Then blues and purples.
Until all that is left
Of me
You
Us.

Is a pile of grey ash.
Swiftly swept away,
With the wind.
Just like that
Gone.

~TMH