The days pass.
I wander around, lost in my memories.
Memories of laughter and learning,
being taught how the world works and how to live in it.
Days that will never come again,
taken with a single word.
Murder.
Such a petty thing.
The ultimate theft, this stealing of anothers life.
Why it happens to those that we love I will never know.
Nor will I ever understand how a man can take anothers life.
Then the Anger.
So much anger,
I dont know how I contain it.
But I do.
Is humanity worthy of existance?
Where the blood of innocence creats a pool that the evil swim in?
Maybe I will never know.
But I will always love you Dad,
you were always there when I needed you the most.
I love you Daddy.
Author notes
Dedicated to my father, who passed away May 24th, 2006.
A contest entry
- What's in a name? by whispernthedark.
625 points, ended June 6, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm really sorry for you, this is still a pretty recent loss. Powerful poem, thank you for entering.
whisper
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i'm sorry for your loss.. it's never easy dealing with the loss of a close loved one.. i think you are handling this very maturely and writing this is a huge step in the healing process! ...i'm still fighting my own mind from when i was six, my brother passed away in 93'.. anyway, great write and good luck in the contest
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Thanks for commenting on Troubled Teen. Also welcome to AP - you have posted so many poems in these two days - think you had some written before. Hope you enjoy reading, commenting, writing, entering contests, and maybe taking some classes from the great instructors on this site.
I wrote a poem like this too, as from a child's perspective at losing their dad. I was ten when my dad died in a car crash. He left my mom to raise 6 kids, the youngest was just two days old, and I was the oldest.
Can so relate to this, but the murder is a terrible part to deal with. The anger one has sometimes can eat away, and one needs to forgive and let it go, otherwise that will consume and destroy oneself.
Hope you have dealt with this and moved on to better things. This is raw and filled with passion and emotion.
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I'm so sorry, I can feel the pain and I wish there was something I could do to make you happy......I wish, but you'll be strong for your father. You are his son, and life you shall overcome
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