Murky Depths
To my father- I miss the decent times we used to have together.
Laying all alone, staring up at the endless black
My bed seems to swallow me whole, like I am stranded in the middle of the ocean in a deflating raft
I can look up at the black skies, or peek down into the dark murky waters
No matter which way I decide to move my head, my heart beats harder
I am taken aback to a memory in which I was young, as well as you
Not even close to as young as myself, yet that is not a fretted proof
For the last four years, I have been wishing to find something to share common interest
Though I can never find the passion we once shared, it all holds such difference
I can remember back to some of the times you made me happy, that in reverse as well
Can we not return to this happiness, in which you picked me up when I fell
I desire your company, like a toddler needing a father
You know I shall not make you proud, no case that suits a pardon
I will not throw away what we once searched for as a team
I want to keep those memories
No value could be placed upon such longing
You’re still in the clouds, as I continue drowning
I have fallen to the dark and murky depths
Suffocating from burdens of promises you have not kept
