I don’t know about you but this is just a few of the words that describes my emotions of being fatherless:
Frantic in the sense of wanting answers,
Alert in all aspects of life there’s no getting over on me,
Tempered well that’s self explanatory
Hectic with the amount of mixed emotions I feel with all the wonders of Why and What if?!
Evil is how some may describe my acts of anger which is rooted from passion.
Rebellious to the outrageous thoughts of his murder being something that was meant.
Lost in this thing called life.
Eager to put the pieces together, to know why my father? To meet him one day.
Sad is an understatement, this hurt is to the core.
Secretive with my wild thoughts behind being fatherless, understand that the conscious is an interesting thing and most thoughts are better left unsaid.
I rather pour mines on paper and let other fatherless children know they are not alone, we are in this together, don’t worry I’ll say all that you’re feeling within. I’ll be the vessel to this fatherless hurt.
I don’t know about you but this is just a few of the words that describes my emotions of being fatherless.