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Disappointment Disillusioned

Disappointment /// Disillusioned If only it could be known ?, if it be told why my youngest Child, becomes meanly bold. If only the truth be seen, the tale would unfold. Regardless – she in my heart – I will always hold even if – to these devils – her soul, she has sold. My little world has come tumbling down, uncertainty, heartache, fear for all around. My life, no longer planted firmly on the ground. Insignificant ?, I feel !, – not a ripple, not a wave as I – carelessly thrown into the fray of a deep blue sea – await my fate in the gloom and doom of impending eternity as my youngest Daughter, prepares me for the grave. This Beautiful Child, - goes ugly at times – Mel, Melanie, seems determined - hell bent and hell bound to destroy me by any means – one way or by any other acting like – becoming so much like her mother, following in the foot steps- wearing the boots of her sister, Mandy, who can be a child without feelings, nothing to register a sign, a belief in – there seems to be nothing to family ties. It seems to be ?, all I feel from her, see with these old eyes and have to wonder ?, has it died ?, all gone dry ? Is my life ?, are my Friends, my Family – lost – reason to cry, cry !!!, as all seems to have been going down the road, toward dust. Do I accept ?, live without ?, I guess, move on I must, as, upon this old metal – my life – things begin to rust, become the poisons eating away at what is left – taking me to that end day. All that is left for me to do ?, it seems, is pray !!! In my heart, in my mind, my memory, they will always stay even if ?, in the physical, in the spiritual, my Girls are gone, doing the things they must and continuing to move on towards a world of bigger ( I pray ) and better things. Things taking them beyond their mother / me, what life brings to them, that has tortured, haunted and torn them apart, allowing them a better future – then their past – and a new start and hopes – from me – that all the negativity will depart. Love Dad B. J. “A ” 2 June 3rd 2004

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Date: 12/11/2014 12:56:00 PM
Very, very lovely...my old shoe! Very lovely indeed..... :) john.
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William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 12/11/2014 4:12:00 PM
Good afternoon John, from this side of the world : Once again John, thank you for you glowing comment, I am flattered by such praise, especially when I feel unworthy of such. Typing of worthy, I just read your latest contribution to poetrysoup “ Grand residential old Worthing town ” a fantastically painted piece of British glory. It takes one to those very historical streets !!! I have wonder just how many of my relatives have taken that journey, enjoy an adventure into that past ??? B. J. “A ” 2

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