flashed before me as I stood
at open grave
on that damp and chilly autumn day
feeling now infests
my heart, as father's put to rest
Why was he never there for me?
the child inside me, finally free
out the question, never before dared
Why was it that he never cared?
for someone such as I. I cry
for loss of love and endless why's
he's gone, yet still my world revolves
upon the tenets he created
within, a need burns, never sated
and to what
point, these endless tears?
wasted - like the wasted years
of loveless youth without direction
he built his walls and never let in
? Michaelette ?
1998 Michaelette L. Romano
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