Before anything I'm just going to say this piece is inspired by World War 2 and all the missing fathers. I wanted to bring light to all of those that died as fathers since I'm like addicted to World War 2 books and historical facts I have been reading.
Father,
your grave is nowhere to be found, your ashes likely blended with the wind, with you receiving no proper farewell like you deserved.
Heartbreaking,
For I wasn't prepared for your diminish, your body weakened as days went by, sucking you dry as the life in your eyes diminished till there was nothing left.
Forgotten,
You are, but with the bigger picture of our similar stories, remembered through time of how we and our lives changed in the blink of an eye.
Farewell father,
For many where parted to early, your essence remind with me till I parish and my heart will go with the wind as your ashes mixed within the world.
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
شِعر"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
