Make him proud
That was the call
Before he left us so young
Without giving me the opportunity
To tell him the truth
To express my real feelings
To be my real self
Because I was afraid
In denial I just survived
The solitude of my teen years
The pain of looking different
The pain of not thinking straight
The pain of faking words and actions
The pain of an unreal smile
And I kept hiding my heart
Like a face covered with scars
Running faster to fail again
Moving away to start anew
Same life, same uncovered story
Different city, same lie
And then your illness
Those last desperate days
Running back home before the inevitable
Those last unconsolable nights
Waiting for your eyes to open
Waiting to speak with you, dad
But that never happened
You closed your eyes forever
Your body had lost the battle
And I had lost my chance
You departed without knowing my secret
And inside me, something just died.
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As a friend: Yet another touching poem, which I can personally relate to. Maybe your father not knowing is a good thing, at least he remembered you as his one and only son, who would continue his legacy. At least you had a connection, and a bond, who knows if that would have lasted had you told him. Never regret it anything, because you can do nothing about it. If one day you are to cross paths, again, then tell him, if he doesn't already know.
ReplyDeleteAs critic: Some of your ideas tend to be a little mixed up. You need to put together situations that make sense, or you should identify why your character is performing such acts. Personally, I like to make things clear, but you don't have to follow that. But when it comes to specific moments, such as running when his face is covered in scars, then you need to identify why.