Reality is Painful

Lost my father 11/12/20. Missing him always but a little too much this morning. Had to write down the 2am feeling in rememberance of him.

Reality Is Painful...
There was emptiness.
Then our memories, love and laughter flood in.
I sat still and there was warmth in the room.
The recollection of our bonding and quarrels got me laughing alone.
It's only an introspection to fill the void.
I'm not schizophrenic.
It felt as if though you're still here for another hug and a cuddle as if I'm 7.
But when reality fights back, the heckle of this 15minutes of your love in embracement is brutally tearful
Reality is like this crane swinging 13500 pounds wrecking ball.
A castle built in minutes is now nothing but dust with one swing.
Gone are the warmth and beauty, dawn gave birth to cold and emptiness.
Tears preying hard pages soft is like watching an acid-base reaction in a Chemistry class.
But this is torturous.
Desperate for your love, this young adult is a child in the mirror.
Like Harry Potter, the yearning to see you miraculously appear in the mirror is endlessly inevitable
Each day agonizes increasingly.
Patience is the only gravity opposing the force from after-life.
Memories are only a weak antidote...
Reality is painful...
Missing you...
~akejuniormasia

© 2021 Vasi Isaac Masia (Ake)

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

There are moments like this that still linger on and never seem to fully fade. Nor are they really meant. This memory you wrote in this poem will always keep your father alive and reflect to others the man he was in your eyes. Wonderful work and thank you for sharing.