Sorry, you never had a son as your first born
I wish i havent treated better before
Sorry, I was'nt raised in a crib of thorns
It would be much easier now to endure.
If my theories will be proven
That a parent can fall out of love with its offspring
Then I'd be the lucky scientist
I dont expect you to be an optimist.
Lets be real for a quick second
You made an idea that became my religion
And now i lose all the faith in my hand
I learned "alone" can be my refuge and salvation.
I hope you'd expect nothing from me
As I waited something out of nothing
I hope you're aware that you have provoked me
As I kept a blind-eye over everything.
When did the last time again?
We ate supper altogether gracefully.
When did the last time again?
We used to celebrate weekends solemnly.
I was once thankful of everything
Not until my mind cant silence my thoughts anymore
Not until i kept on hearing loud screams inside that door.
I was once soothed by music, with him, my everything.
I hope it lasts, until i last.
-zili.
YOU ARE READING
The Fall Back
PoetryThis book encrypts all of my poems randomly. I dont right any specific themes, I wrote them all out of sadness, grief, happiness, and maybe some getaway car experiences. Also, the photos are originally captured by me. Hope y'all can relate <3
