Father With a Heart Too Big

After The Giant Who Had No Heart

I wept in my room, 

which slowly felt more and more

of a chamber every passing day.

Yet they stay hidden, 

betrayal had struck my heart 

as I mourn for my children

of whom I may never see again.

I am reminded of the joyous times,

their upturned lips as we celebrated.

The pride felt as they grew

into the men they are now,

yet now what is there left, 

yet a hollow carcass of what once was.

The bricks counted, once, twice, thrice,

yet you still haven’t come. 

Yet you still don’t comprehend,

is the incompetent one me,

lest my sons should go over 

yonder their grievous fates held by

foul beasts? Had they thought, 

only for a moment,

of what

fortunes awaited them, of those 

who loved them?

I mourned, but what loss

did you mourn?