Untitled Poem by Zi'quasha Key

I reminisce us all then,
Younger, eager, happier,
The days we all had no worries.
He would get our minds off of everything else,

But that day spoke out to me more,
How proud I am of this father figure,
Not just being there for me in my life but for others too.

Everything went downhill the day before 2017,
We got the news that my very own father gained his wings,
Not just my father to me but to others,
A friend, a brother, an uncle, and everything else.

To see the same loved ones that looked up to him dearly,
Depressed and upset about my father.
Made me feel even worse,
It made me think about how my father was a bit more.

My father himself was enthralling
I'm still achieving, but why bother? And I think all of this is very tiring.

His presence would hold everyone's attention,
Meanwhile, I have too much admiration of perfection, and it stresses me out.

He is adored by all, and
I‘ve never felt so abhorred due to this situation.

He repaid us all back with his affection,
And at first I thought he would be paralyzed, my dad was self-made, I wished the bullet ricocheted.

I have inarticulate, inexpressible feelings about my father's life that was thieved by one another,
I never meant to be neglectful.

Because of this, a part of me is mindful while the other part is in denial.
And I'm still faithful, I try not to be hateful,
I already tried Not to be doubtful,
Now I wish we all were immortal,
Never thought you'd need serious medical attention,
Could I now be in possible danger?

Your demise will be unforgettable, but oh now it's unintentional to the initiator,
you were valuable in my life, I thought you were going to be ok when you were in critical condition, you lived your own lavish dad.

Despite the saturnine sluggish or gloomy emotions from this loss,
Everything is going to be alright, it happened before midnight, soon I see myself in the spotlight.