FATHER
There somebody waits for me
Somewhere beyond my comprehension,
Far from my world that breaks like dolls
He comes so quick to my mind
As if from a magician’s cloth,
I am awakened to illusions of memory
Engraved in mind,
Lost like the seasons
He fades me to a shadow
Calling out me in so many names,
That I grow dim and silent
A sticky pain grim and shocking,
All my springs are ripped off
A dark farewell prompts pushing me
Faster and faster to reach to somewhere
Where my father waits for me!
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