What do you think of me as you look from the sky?
The thought of you makes me want to cry.
I don't know if you're proud of the things I've done.
I'm not where I want to be, so have pity for your only grandson.
You left this realm when I was a young and free.
I've changed over the years as you may clearly see.
I'm trying not to cry, but I feel as if I failed in so many places.
I'm trapped in an endless hell surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
I'm sorry your grandson has become a victim of this corrupted realm.
I remember when you shined so brightly as my life now is dim.
Did I Fail you?
~Ladarius B.
