My Poetry

Silent Hills

I wonder why you called me,
I was asleep and you woke me,
You said son open your eyes,
I did, and I was locked in this world.

Days turn to years and the silence is deafening,
I look to the sky, all I see is the mirage of clouds and wind,
All I see is a father that has forsaken me.

You know who I was yet you dropped me here,
I felt it a honor, and I wanted to serve,
Days and years mix yet you remain quiet
How will I hold on, while I am slipping off?

A stain to the earth I have become,
My days has turned to rain, flogging on my inward,
Your name I say in my prayers, does it mean I should give up?

Your silence is deafening,
I think of you and I am scared,
I do not know what you will do to me,
Is this the thoughts I should be considering,
When I have a father as you, up.

If I close my eyes to sleep,
my hope eats me up,
I wish for you to answer,
and speak to me with love.

Is this all I have become,
A slap to the face that you can see no more?
Is this all I have become,
A vague in a vase you can see no more?