23rd December

A poem about my father and how i miss his existence

misery on this day has been a yearly trend,
a day where grief and anguish malovalently blend,
the very same day my father became no more,
thoughts of his luminous,content smile leave my heart conspiciously sore.

it is in this very day that to me evil and good shared meaning,
the day life to me lost it's meaning,
all i wished for was to awake from my vile slumber,
and wake up to the much needed presence of my father.

But that's just a surreal thought, i suppose.
I cling vividly to the scarce memories we shared,
I deeply repent all the moments me and him opposed,
I ponder on how making him proud was my top priority and how he genuinely cared,