The shadow of me, is a tale of your tomorrow.

Desperate runs your heart, Desolate be your rage.

Desperate was your love, but depair be your grace.

On spoken dreams, grew our strength

Unspoken words, our poison.

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Twisted minds, sprung forth thoughts,

As our rage broke us true.

We were blind and foolish, young.

But now you're gone for good.

Haunted eyes be my fate, as cold regret

Sought my soul.

Father, Father, why have you forsaken me.

Why did you leave me, left me tortured,

Left me unwell, left me untrained

Left me alone.

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To Him that understands, love is fleeting.

To him that believes, G.o.d is faithful.

To Him that doubt's, pain is coming

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To Him That falls, learn to stand.

For there is no father, no grandfather,

No elder, no protector, and No provider.

Father, Father, Father, cold lies your body,

missing be your soul. Gone is the light from your eyes.

And Broken be the children you left behind.

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Written by: Anone

Written on: August 3rd 2018

My inspiration comes from my mistakes and failure if not really being there for my Dad before he died. I thought I was supporting him, but it wasn't enough. My inspiration for the poem is about how much I wish we had more time together. Daddy K is short for Daddy kelvin. He died this year. (remember the date written)