Poems. Prose. Anything related to words.

His Life

In Poetry on February 28, 2011 at 10:27 pm

She’ll be 22 and just miserable,
you would have been 19 and invincible.
Her life has become wasted, filled with your breaths,
she hardly knew you had just a couple left.
Dad doesn’t understand,
he’s been too busy with the world in his hands,
now he’s been looking for his son ever since.
His eyes when he was 2 is the focus now,
and the shine that left, no one knew how.
The little boy that everyone loves
grew to be the one with his life coming undone.
I guess things will never be the same,
and he doesn’t want us to point fingers,
because there’s no one left to take the blame.
So in this tragedy, we’re the stars,
but unlike a movie, we haven’t gotten very far.


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