I was not able to write poems for a long time now
And on this dawn my thoughts of you urge me to write one
Papa, your princesses are weary,
And your queen is becoming dire dreary
Papa, we should be celebrating your birthday on December
But how? You will be gone forever
At this moment we're all heavyhearted
Our hearts and our minds are too exhausted
How I wish all that's happening is just a nightmare
And tomorrow when I wake up you are still here
Papa, why all of a sudden?
We're not done with our dreams, it's not yet fulfilled
Papa, what does it take to bring you back?
Papa, I can't accept the fact.
Papa, you are one of a kind
But now, you're with God in paradise
Lord God, please send our regards to Papa
Tell him not to worry 'cause we will fight for Mama
We can't kiss and hug him today
Please do it for us every single day.
Downhearted and d e j e c t e d,
feeling completely defected-
Woebegone and despairing,
a life never repairing.
Utterly disconnected,
they s i l e n t l y speak undetected.
The people of the night are pained,
where only heartache remained-
C r e s t f a l l e n and downcast,
only misery can last.
No happiness contained,
no atonement refrained.
Seen only when they are down,
always wearing a heavyhearted frown-
Least of concerned and i g n o r e d,
living a life so abhorred.
Alone in this God-forsaken town,
with no one to care around.
He knows not a life of adoration,
just u n g r a t e f u l for his creation-
She knows not a life of contentment,
but lives in constant resentment.
Until they feel a loving sensation...
they will live in utter D E S O L A T I O N.
People Poetry Contest
December 11, 2017
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