Sorry Dad III

by DarkLight   Jul 22, 2015


23-07-2015

The importance of living has disappeared in its own existence.
Love no longer brings happiness,
changing world has become more cruel than Pharaoh.
How I wish,
that my actions could revive the fire that once burned in me,
the caring heart,
the version of me that would let emotions flood in and adapt to consequences.
It feels like I failed you dad,
for that I'm sorry.
My life didn't turn the way you wanted,
neither did it turn to what I wanted.
Each dawn birth barriers,
a new family.
The community of the broken,
where I still remain the bastard of the kingdom.
Honour is not valued,
greatness is for religions and politics.
Today I bend my knee,
asking for permission to rise a knight.
Sorry dad,
but I turned out just fine.

To the weak I'll fight,
to the poor I'll feed, clothe and protect.
Here I stand, ready to be heard.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Spontaneity

    There are some spelling/grammatical errors in this poem, and I do not know if it is my place to tell you these. I will tell you them just in case you want to fix them, but it is ultimately up to you because it is your poem.

    Second line: "long" should be "longer"
    Fifth line: "burn" should be "burned"
    Sixteenth line: "bustard" should be "bastard"

    I don't exactly know the whole background to this poem, but it seems like it is something personal. I am sorry if this has happened to you, because I don't think any child should be treated like this by their own father.

    If the last part is your mission statement for this life, I think it is a pretty noble one. We need more people like that in this world, because this world can be a wicked one.

    Great piece.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is an excellent piece - well written.

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