An old and tired man I am.
Sitting here, missing my son, Sam.
Cold and wet is this September.
Although, cold and wet, it’s possibly December.
The time is night. The day is lost.
I am missing my son, an unbearable cost.
Regardless of the future foretold.
Never again will I have my son to hold.
I shed tears of love and tears of pain.
The tears I shed will always remain.
There have been so many days and so many hours.
So many times I left my son for my own desires.
I left for the jewels and money.
I left for the sweet taste of wine and honey.
Through your death you have been taken.
With my departure, I have forsaken.
I love my son with all my heart.
Through the years I wish we weren’t apart.
The chance was mine to claim.
The fault is mine all the same.
The headstone reads your name.
The headstone invokes self hatred as I’m to blame.
Trapped here in this life I wonder.
Trapped here in this life I ponder.
How could I see you again?
Leaving this life and never return again.
Death may be my only friend.
This is foreseeable, but an unstoppable trend.
Here, from the deepest pit of sorrow.
I have decided on no tomorrow.
Leaving this place, yes I am.
Soon, I will reunite with my son, Sam.
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Oooooh…. I wonder what Sam died from… Obviously it’s because of something the character did. I am a huge fan of rhyme so this poem definitely did it for me. It read well and it told a great heartbreaking story. From what I see I have no criticism. Good job.
I honestly haven’t thought about what caused Sam’s death, but the character has a deep regret for not being a better father and spending more time with his son. Thank you for reading and I am extremely pleased that you enjoyed it.
Well depicted , an intense love to rejoin , words are coined well I liked it……….kranand