He looked at me with his eyes so pearl blossomed and glossy
His grasp got ahold of my life bearing shoulders
And I let a tear slip down my cheek because I felt his utter pain
My father, he is
His car all busted
His body untrimmed and not one to shield
Yet his eyes held a various aspect of all means
"I'll look after you..." The radio station screamed to the air of the old beat up car that rattled in struggle to move itself across the hill
The Fray, I noticed was craving the melody of my ears; the agony of my tears
I realized that this black leather watch clasped around my thin and bony wrist
Holds the pain, agony, hurt, and cries...
Because it digested half the time of my life;
Perhaps it has digested all the fifteen years I shed upon this land
Or maybe you can say that I was a heaven so sweet yet forbidden
Everything was over my head
On my neck; like a two hundred pound rock that is going to shove my pale face to the ground
"That's how you'd earn a million bucks!", they'd say..
Wow, I thought
I would rather get my hands dirty
Than have someone get their hands dirty for me
I realized that at the end of the day,
I was the foolish if I didn't close my eyes and start reminiscing every spec and spare second of my life
"Remember" is not so friendly mate,
It takes me back to the years of long ago
Ones that made my tears space out like an erupting volcano, or better yet a rocket blasting off into the wide wilderness
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
