I wish my father died only by illness
Or any kind of sickness
Not by an accident
I'm hurting and longing for his touch
Why does parting have to hurt this much?
He's gone, but I shouldn't be acting so terrible
For I've learned that things were really beyond my control
He's gone, and all that's left is nothing but memories
I miss his arms that hold me tight
His snore that fills our room at night
I don't believe things will heal with time
Yet I know that time will help me adjust the pain I am feeling now
When I remember that he is truly gone
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Spoken Words Poetry (random genres)
PoetryMy pieces. My boredom's healer. My hobby. This spoken words poetry characterized by rhyme, repetition, improvisation, and word play, spoken word poems. I randomly refer to issues of social justice , politics, race, community, religion (faith, motiv...
