9-27-10

"I painted your room at
Midnight, so I'd know
Yesterday was over
I put all your books
On the top shelf,
Even the one with
The four leaf clover
Man, I'm getting older
I took all your pictures
Off the wall and wrapped
Them in a news paper blanket
I haven't slept in what seems
Like a century, and now I can
Barely breathe" -Shine Down 'The Crow & The Butterfly'

Missing you.

Wishing that you were still here to guide me.

Your steady hand always prevented me from sliding off the broken path.

But now I think from heaven, you sent down a guide.

Helping me keeping it straight.

I'm now unconsumed by the drugs.

No long all strung up.

I miss you dad, but things are getting better.

I do it for me and you.

Maybe now, you could help your son; my brother.

He's messing up his daughters life.

He needs some help.

I just want everything to be right.

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Wow a parent dead as well. You seem like you use your writing for therapy (unless this is strictly fiction) I use my writing the same way. It's much cheaper than the hourly rates of most therapists. (and sometimes, i think, more effective)