I was just 5
When you left me
Now I am 19
And your sons
Have turned against me
I have done nothing
But gave them
Love,
Care,
Time,
, and trust
But why do they stab me
At every spot on my body
When I have nothing more
For them to wound
All I have are scars from
you,
The Father, who left me.
And left me
With brothers like you
My Oldest brother says lies
That break the veins of my heart
But my older brother
Who I was close by
in Age and pastimes
Reopens the wounds
You once gave me
All I need are my brothers
Not my father
Who left me
When I was five
All I wish to see are
smiles on my brothers
And my mother's faces
But I know
My brothers are gone
Gone into your footsteps
And are breathing out
The same breathes
You once told my mother
"There your kids
I don't care and
I don't want to deal
With them"
But instead they say
"I don't want you
and mom in my life"
And All I can do
Is write
Because I feel alone
Lost and sad
I just wish to have my brothers back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a well penned poem...10++++