My Poetry/Quotes.

Dad's gone.

Woken up one morning, to words of "dads gone."

He stayed quiet for years, so he wouldn't be used as a pawn.

He sheltered his thoughts, so nobody would know.

Now he lingers in the distance, just a soft-hearted crow.

He dreams of how it used to be.

The boy stays quiet, pretends to be who he used to be.

So bright and inspired, now this precious young boy, oh his soul is so tired.