Living Unseen

I lost my father at the age of fourteen, 

the feeling inside and the pain that I felt

made me feel like I was living unseen.

I never got a chance to say goodbye,

putting on a smile in public

that everyone knew was just a lie.

Over the years and the times that I've prayed,

all of the tears and all the charades

I never felt sane, never felt that my cries were heard. 

I now know that my father is always near,

watching over me like a heavenly bird.

I know that he will never appear, 

but in my dreams I know he is here.

 

 

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