A God dims his glow
And his magic stops it’s flow
A gentle man with peaceful heart
My dad had pains, he could not stop
The pressure built that made him suffer
He was not a fighter but a lover
He was not fit for the circumstance
Coerced upon him by ugly chance
My dad, I remember and still cry for
I still don’t understand this fucking world
I try to go back when I had a place
I was at home just seeing his face
Destiny is calling but it’s all different now.
The days are good but lost their intent somehow.
I remember my dad and
I still don’t know why he had to go.
And why the Gods dimmed his glow.
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it's unreal isn't it? my dad is gone too, my photographs of him bring tears. he left too soon and I know how you feel on fathers day.
Thanks for reading my poem and sharing. I feel a little more connected and grateful that I posted it now. It was a hard one to write.
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