Dead One

Taking the things I love

For me being naught but a fool

For I was too young

Not knowing the realities of this world

But stuck in my own world

A world where I do not think


As I’ve come to realize the world around me

I was kept safe

I was naive

But safe


With a swift of my hand

You were gone

And the once harmony of my life



This is my ode to you, Father.


This poem is about: 
My family


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