Poetry Tree

To Father: Accompany

Author's Note: Hello there! Please do read this part before proceeding to the poem. I'd just like to remind those readers with accounts in Spotify that I'll be releasing a playlist made especially just for this book.

I'll be naming it after the book (obviously still Poetry Tree). I hope you do check it out if you ever plan to read. I like to place as much emotions I could in each of my works and I think that music may help.

Here is the link: https://open.spotify.com/user/kalyene/playlist/4thqxGgfgbJOol2UkEDA8x

That shall be all! You may continue reading.

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To Father: Accompany

As a kid I'm afraid of the dark,

I liked to take walks in the daylight.

Dad held my hand as we strolled the park,

even to the airplanes when we had flights.

Today, Dad, I'm leaving a page,

A page of all the truth of me.

It's all fake,

but I never had the bit to flee.

I'll be staying, don't worry at all,

I'm can stand up, I'll balance my falls.

You've stayed beside me long enough,

Long enough to gain my trust.

I've explored the world and its sadness,

all of it in that big learning nest.

Brother helped me pass through,

I got the hang of it, so I grew.

I'm now ahead of you three,

so ahead, I'm so close to flee.

I heard my brother's cries,

I went back and tried to swat the fly.

If one of you get stuck in the way,

that's when the game comes to real play.

I'm the helping hand now, not you;

there'll never be a way I'll get you sued.

One night, we shared stories,

not those as a kid when I liked ponies.

You asked me how he was,

I just said okay nothing to plus.

And the next thing you said got me shot,

in my mind, I begged for you to stop.

I couldn't help but let out a sob,

for my brother walked the road and his leg got caught.

Dad, it's not his situation I'm dwelling on,

it's the fact that you're planning to move along.

Move along as if to leave him,

my brother doesn't belong near bins.

And so if your testimony says he does,

all of his achievements and happiness is dust.

If so he's left, I'll stay with him,

we'll both be happy even though we're pinned.

Goodbye little kid,

you're no longer existing.

Too bad it's your life you'll bid,

but you have to even if it stings.

Just stay a little longer,

you'll be alright.

It'll make you stronger,

whoever harms you, you'll fight.

You'll battle in this giant arena,

but your life is on stake.

you can't be a strutting diva,

this is not close to that place.

No more paradise,

just pure hell.

And if once again the sun rises,

it's the sign of the ringing bell.

I'm sorry dad,

I'd rather go to hell.

Not one will be alone so sad,

even if my life's to sell.