As the day approaches, my heart starts to ache. The wound breaks open all of the pain bleeds out. My eyes flooding with tears. Today is Father's day, my heart start to cry feeling the ache and pain of the loss that mine was no longer in this world.
The wound is deep and barely healed, my broken heart tears even more seeing everyone around me. I watch the crowd go about getting gifts for there fathers.
I walk by them all my head hung low with tears running down my face of the wound I just want to go away. My heart tearing me apart with anger, jealous, saddness.
The day will never be the same, it will always be a dark and rainy day for me. The sad reminder of never being able to hear his voice and feel the comfort her gave.
To only stand in front of his grave whispering that I love and miss him while the dam breaks open and all the floods my broken heart.
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Poems from the heart
PuisiThis will be make mash of poems that come to me during a moment of sorrow or joy. I just want a place I write them down to express myself so everyone can see.
