Memories and feelings that are true, but hard to live with.


FATHER FATHER FATHER


Searching for you in my head.
Though I know you're long since dead.
Searching for the memory of you.
Fading memories of aching blue.

I left you once, like you left me.
I had to go, it had to be.
You dragged me down in the dirt.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

I watched you die, from a far.
The remains of you are a bloody scar.
I miss you sometimes, of course I do.
But the happy memories are less than few.

I hope you can forgive that memories die.
You're image is fading in the starry sky.
The death of you set me free.
You gave your life twice to me.








Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-07-23 at 23:12

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Arti
Gosh... this is so rich in feeling and emotion. I love the way you are facing up to the past. No wonder you can see the beauty even in darkness.
((hugs))
2006-07-24


Kathy Lockhart
Bless you dear one for your truly touching and very well written expression of your relationship with your father in life and in death. Our hardest times draws from us a well-spring of creativity even in our anquish. I am so glad that you were able to write this piece so poignantly. kathy
2006-07-24