A family portrait broken
Begging for the past
to repaired
Longing for a life taken from me
I'm the wounded man that
fights all his life
To never receive what he most needs
Years are coming slower
Barely know how tomorrow will treat me
Long hours on the job
Memories surrounding me
Ripping my heart to pieces
I'd get down on my knees
and beg for all of you
and the past back
For me to fix
and change it all
I want you all
surrounded
Instead of these
bittersweet memories
Author's Notes/Comments:
The title "#181" is about this poem being my 181st poem. I wrote this poem about my real father. I saw him today. I looked in his eyes with what I've learned all these years and I realized how much it hurt him that we aren't family anymore. I really couldn't think of a title. I'm in tears now just thinking about him... Anyway enjoy this poem. For the people who have their family intact, good for you. For families separated, I know how you feel. Everything will be alright in the long run. Thanks for reading this.