I will comfort myself in sorrow, my heart is faint in me, why have you provoked me to anger? For the hurt of your doing is doing no good to my heart
I am mourning, astonishment has taken hold of me. Is the no doctor there. Is the the no physician there to make my heart recover
My head is full of water and my eyes are a fountain of tears, I weep day and night for the pain is too deep, my heart is broken because of your disappointments. All my bones are shaking, I am like a drunken man whom wine has taken over because of your disappointments
But hopefully soon just soon I'll find a doctor to help me recover and soothe the pain you left in my heart, I will always love and cherish you with my whole heart even though you have disappointed me
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The Father I still long for
PoetryA collection of poems about fathers who were never supposed to give birth to any child
