Dead One
Taking the things I love
For me being naught but a fool
For I was too young
Not knowing the realities of this world
But stuck in my own world
A world where I do not think
As I’ve come to realize the world around me
I was kept safe
I was naive
But safe
With a swift of my hand
You were gone
And the once harmony of my life
Disappeared
This is my ode to you, Father.
This poem is about:
My family