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Dusty Allen Poem
I was equally blessed & proud to see
One good and pure thing that came from me.
One gaze of the bluest eyes and I fell apart
And had a life long gap filled in my heart.
One certainty is that when ever Alex smiled
The best part of me lived now in my child.
Another fact that became so sadly clear
Nothing was normal about his time here.
Who can say what was worse or isn't fair?
To be born sick or without daddy there?
I won't ever forgive myself or forget
That you were six months old before we met.
It's not daddy's fault but it hurts just the same
How you were hidden and without my name.
I should've done more than my best to provide
You with one good thing that wasn't denied.
I asked God to never let one thing come true.
That you'd not suffer with age as you grew.
What is called normal by nearly anyone
Would take a true miracle for my son.
I begged God to give me all of your pain
Until relief and strength at last you gain.
I said soon enough we'd be done with tears
And live only more and more happy years.
But the fact remains that the worst came true
And my son died before he even turned two.
I was not there again to spare you from
My worst nightmare I hoped would never come
I wish there was one time or word you spoke.
Instead my heart, mind and soul all but broke.
I feel we were cheated if I'm being mild.
I hate myself for not helping my child.
I wish that this hurt was just day to day.
That for one moment it would go away.
I cannot forgive myself and ignore
I lost my son who I'd done nothing for.
I miss you so much and feel only shame
That you weren't even given my last name.
I'm not ok or hopeful to feel the joy
Of seeing life fulfilled without my boy.
I won't lose sight of you in eternal grace
As you took nothing with you from this place
Know you've managed to give my soul relief
As you soar with angels above any grief
One day soon again I know that I'll see
My baby boys eyes so blue and Heavenly
Copyright © Dusty Allen | Year Posted 2022
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Dusty Allen Poem
No smile is ever more so bright,
Than a lunatics so void of light.
All the signs could not be ignored,
As I'm rendered a stately ward.
Confined with nothing but the smell,
Of Gotham's worst straight out of hell.
Killers, maniacs...profile em.
Welcome to Arkham Asylum.
The walls are nothing as the seem.
Dead silence is filled with a scream.
But I'm always with a good friend.
So the Doctor lets me pretend.
When potions are all left futile,
Electrodes do their best a while.
I'm so lucky to be a part,
Of a zealots dead a black heart.
I envy and hate him so much.
He divinely gives God's own touch.
Patience I don't have anymore!
What else is there left to look for?
I've done my best to help abide!
Now my worst I can't keep inside!
I hate this cursed and wretched place!
I'll see the life flee from his face!
Soon enough what then will he do,
When he's stuck in another shoe?
Beg and scream in tears will he cry,
As he begs for a chance to die.
No! never! That is all behind!
A cure is all I seek to find!
With effort and help I receive,
This is the lie they'll all believe!
At least enough to make them think,
That I've never been on the brink!
At last before I leave this place,
I'll carve a smile on every face.
Copyright © Dusty Allen | Year Posted 2022
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