R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Rendevous

My mother and my brother will never know,

The amount of tears that always flow

In my eyes as memories increase,

I just know that the pain will never cease.

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I feel the gloom is heavily sinking in,

I drown in its depths, poison within.

I can't erase the picture of your hospital bed,

It's carved forever inside of my head.

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For some people, death wouldn't matter,

But to me, it does and I miss you, my Father.

So for now, I'll just hold on to heaven's promises,

That someday we'll be together in its premises.

Written: January 26 2015