Why
Why?
I ask myself that one question
Every night before bed
every morning just after Iwake up then as the thoughts pore
out of my head I
ask myself again
Why did he leave?
Why Did he fill my heart with hurt then left?
Why Did he do nothing to change?
And WHY Is the world we live in today Full of absent fathers?
Fathers who said they wanted a baby
Wanted some thing to love
Said they would love them to the end of the earth
Heh well guess you've reached the end
Because your gone and you left all of that hurt and pain behind
I asked myself if he was still here in my life would it be any better ?
would all of the lies go away ?
all of those things that never did he never did for me
would they just be a distant nightmare?
ha i wish
I bet every child wishes the same
wishes you would of stayed
wishes you would of loved them
ask themselves
why wasn't he proud of what he created?
why was he ashamed to go out in public after i was born?
now that's just sick?
and all you absent fathers out there im not trying to make you feel bad
im simply just asking why?
Copyright © Jan Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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