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Nothing meant so Much
On the day I died
God let me see how those I loved remembered me.
To my surprise
there were no pictures painted of
pleasure walks with wife by Penn’s landing piers,
or of nights I held my son to protect him from his fears.
Missing were timeless hours playing Playstation
with kin who’s blood I did not share.
Yet I stared at emptiness.
A painter’s hell
Nightmarish darkness or the harshness of seeing life through a blind mans eyes.
Could I have been that sightless to how others perceived me?
Received me.
Deceived me.
I went through each day clinging to the notion my presence is dear.
I bore my soul in conversations to youthful minds
designed to provide guidance and stability.
I tore my heart into equal pieces to spread so no one would feel less loved.
There were countless sacrifices added virtues and decreased vices
because I sought to be the proton my nuclear family needed me to be.
I asked him.
Father what is this nothingness?
This emptiness you have shown me.
It has no feeling, life or existence.
He said it’s the only thing able to fill the void you left.
Nothing.
wow.....................this was pretty deep and nice
"I held my son to protect him from his fears.
Missing were timeless hours playing Playstation
with kin who’s blood I did not share.
Yet I stared at emptiness."
much luv zaaliyah