To be exact, it’s been six years,
Yet I still have an ocean of tears
That only papers will ever know,
For I’ve written away all forms of sorrow.
I was never ready for your passing,
I never will be-it’s everlasting.
I can’t even feel shame from anyone’s pity,
Too sad to care for seeming dark and filthy.
My emotions, do they function well?
Because it’s all gloom, I can tell.
I wish to love you even more, my father,
Though it brings me pain ever after.
Written: feb. 17 2015
Dedicated to my Father.