I am so tired of struggling.
The chain were still intact.
My body is giving up.
I got too much from what is enough.
I know the sun shines.
But darkness dominates
Here in this four corners where I'm alone.
Fighting for my own.
No one remembers me,
All of my good deeds were forgotten,
And buried underneath.
It's hurting me slowly.
They don't treasure me anymore,
They are ashamed of me,
I am no longer there loving father.
But a complete stranger.
It's like I was trashed after
I get helpless and useless.
They've grown up so well,
Became successful in life.
But ... I never heard a single word
Even the work hank you,
It's ok, I know all of you were happy.
I will just take my leave,
And now I am homeless like a stray dog.
Maybe useless but once in a lifetime,
I became there Hero.
|inspired by a movie, where the father is forgotten because of something nonsensical things|
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Blood In Our Veins
PoetryA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
