Gone

I didn’t know what to say �"he was gone

In a rage of inferno, ruby red

A careless mistake, in his blue Nissan

He was my father, now his name unsaid

 

I woke up that morning without him here

Warm coffee next to the sweet cobbler

Our brick home was small and quite austere

It was the 24^th of December

 

There was no one on the icy dirt path

Just my daddy in his old blue Sunny

Now I am the one feeling God’s true wrath

I shriek, “Why do I live in misery?”

 

I went to his funeral yesterday

And vowed to love my children the same way

 

 

 

Author's Note

English Sonnet, for a project

Reviews

Beautiful.
Stunning.
I can feel the passion flowing through this.
Nice job.

[Tate Morgan]

now that was a bad day

[Linear]

Passionate writing always come's across so tangible so tactile one can almost taste the writers emotion, you did so quite well

[Samantha]

very powerful and beautifully written. Great write!

[Mai Aliza]

You use pathos very well. This is an excellent write, great job!

[FallenHeroXx]

Powerful and i just love it