I only have one wish left in my life,
My dim, grim, and glum life.
To see the son I lost at the end of it all,
Will be the only thing to lift my soul.
It was never perfect, although I tried to be,
I wanted to be perfect, although I will never be.
The father I wanted to be, would never occur,
For your life was taken, and now I conjure.
What sorrow have I put myself through,
I never wanted to say adieu.
To say adieu to your own blood before meeting him,
Is about the hardest thing I did on whim.
I apologize for never meeting you,
For it was never my intention.
I hope you know that I do love you,
Despite my abstention.
A lost boy I am, as you are too,
Somewhere you are, somewhere I look to.
While I am lost in my mind, you are somewhere else,
A place I hope where you are well in that elsewhere.
That elsewhere where I do not belong,
I hope that one day I see you for I long.
I have longed too much already,
But I already paid the price unready.
My dear son, I bid farewell to thee,
For I fear that I shall never see thee.
If I am granted one last wish before I burn for eternity,
It is to see your face and hope for your happy longevity.
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