Tick, Tock
Tic, Tock, tick, tock.
As I waited for my father to come.
See waiting had become what I do best..as the salty scent of sweat became my identity of waiting in the sun.
No-one wanted to come besides me for they believed loneliness always needed more than one friend, for they believed my pain was contagious.
I was all alone, waiting for the father who was never there.
Funny thing is that, before the waiting, I would pass him by in the streets, no greeting, not even a quick glance.
Funny thing is that, before the waiting, my anger had blinded me into thinking I despised him.The anger was so powerful that I would go down on my knees for him to die.
Its sad now, Im not ashamed though Im the reason that today I am alone.
There sound of silence, the echo of loneliness.The cloth of sorrow as I await for someone who will not be coming soon and deep down I know the truth, just love building castles in the air which leave me all alone,...gone with the wind, gone with time
I will be content with being left alone for I am a lone wolf, alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its sad now, Im not ashamed though Im the reason that today I am alone. There sound of silence, the echo of loneliness.The cloth of sorrow as I await for someone who will not be coming soon.. I am a lone wolf.........sorrows, disappointments, love, mystery, feelings, expectations. despair...... very good poem. dear Poetess. write more and more. tony