Tears From a Rose

Misconceptions of a title Lead me here- Writing about the tears coming from a rose. Roses are normally the sign of love, Which doesn’t mistake me, But why is this rose crying? I am happy now, But part of my life is still missing, And it’s relationship from daddy. Growing up wasn’t all bad, We had some good times, As just like all families we had our rough. Life, malicious, Some say that it is better to just split apart, But I say stay close together, for the kids. Divorce tears kids from their parents, Makes the kids choose- Choose which one they love more. I was too young to make that decision, But I chose to stay away from daddy. And now look at me; I miss that father-son bonding thing. I don’t know what to do when daddy calls, I want to catch up on times, But he calls once every six months, and sometimes longer. Love, as stunning as it may be, Doesn’t always stay the same. When he doesn’t seem to call, It pulls me back and leaves me hanging. Heavy burdens, weigh on my soul, Crush my spirit. I condemn myself for not knowing my father anymore. It doesn’t surprise me how daddy never calls, He never called sis. He made promises that he knew he couldn’t make. He seemed like the greatest father, Then he just stopped calling. Then roses started shedding tears, and started wilting. The vines cut through the skin of the youth, Why does this happen? Were torn from our own. Friendly signs cross in front of me, I choose the friendliest, And she couldn’t possibly be more beautiful. She helps me to not think about. All the hell I am going through, And the hell daddy puts me through. The rough taste of blood Travels through my mouth, But I can no longer stand this pain. Closer is what we all need, Those of us effected by this- This hell that we all go through. Pain, agonizing as it may be, Is what I feel from him. Coalitions form to help me thought my time. Music, explains the roses feelings, Feelings of loneliness and despair, But there is no one to have a true father-son relationship without bias. There is a rattle in my mind, And it won’t stop corresponding against me- Making me insane. Cold chills run down my spine, Like knives stabbing every nerve That is possible to destroy. Decay, in my mind, From you leaving me so young. Simply I with it would stop. Simply, That’s a word I haven’t said in a while. Nothings ever simple anymore, not even a decent relationship with daddy. Procrastination, is what he is best at, Always putting things back, Never caring to see me. Insane by paranoia, Confused by time, What am I going through? Crazy thoughts trespassing through my mind, Holding pictures, Killing the clovers that grow in the beautiful prairies of Ireland. Falsified thoughts run through my mind. They are trying to let me forgive him, But I don’t need to do that. Treatments, unfair, Unsystematic ramblings run in and out. While this tear from a rose slowly fades away.this poem took me a few weeks to come to gather and write and it is probally my most truthful poem. I have actually talked to my dad since i wrote this and everything isn't back to normal or anything but hopefully one day it will be. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 12:46 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10