Underneath
Location
Under my shirt is my skin
Under my skin is my heart
And in that deep frozen heart
You can see the tears and talks
About that father I always wanted there for me
Underneath all that pain and sorrow
lived a boy
Whom people thought of as
“perfect”
But underneath all those “ perfections”
lied lies
The lie that I created to not be judged
and be called a bastard
Underneath that fear lied
The never-ending summer tree of lies
only created for those who
already judged me
unknowingly of my ghostly father
And daily I saw in my hallway
that picture of me lying
underneath a blinking dim light
I didn’t feel joy
But sorrow
Because there
underneath lied a picture of him
A picture of a man
which was the only thing left behind
from a ghostly father who was never there
Underneath that deep frozen heart
did I ever know
That it would soon melt to a bursting bright-red
beating heart
Oh that person
underneath so much pain and misery
Who would believe i would fall
deeply in love with
A person who made me feel wanted and cared for
Underneath all their pain
Underneath Both of our tears
there became a waterfall larger than the niagara falls of memories
memories more vivid than a painting drawn by Pablo Picasso
And now as I write I see that train ticket and millions of letters
written from the heart
with one stamp with the intricate design
of the American Flag
on the far right corner
lying in our
present past and future blue box.