Where art thou my father?
Who cries in dishonesty.
He feels like a failure
Still deeply I love thee
Stronger in his youth
He is blinded by the truth
But still he keeps on soldiering
Despite reputational spoofs
I feel his long-drawn sorrow
I hear his long-last pain
Today, everyday, tomorrow
Sympathetically but guilt remains
Still I love thy father
Though he hast done us wrong.
I wish that I could change his ways
And demolish these 'sickness' days.
With fear my mind is restless
And I just cannot rest.
My purpose is to help those
Emotions have taken West.
Why was he chosen to suffer,
This personality?
His life was once so rich,
We were a family.
I want to prey
How I’m a fool
My heart engulfs forgiveness.
Please let me say
If I could rule
I’d take away your weakness.
I want you to understand my father
I’ve always loved you so
Hold onto my deep strength and
Please don’t let me go.
I like this one alot. The title was great and it drew my attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this Charlotte, it has alot of heart and you have executed it with style, I do have a few ideas on it for you, which I will relay to you via a personal message, thanks for sharing.