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Father’s time

Father Time poem

By Anastaria CarterPublished 4 years ago 2 min read

I'm the father

That they tend not to bother

I love you's turned

Into I barely knew of you

It slowly burned

As my wheels slowly churned

What happened to my kids

My, Nature I forbid

She was the cause

Or so I thought

Maybe my mind is going to rot

It's likely time is slipping away

My memories fade by the day

One thing is for certain

They didn't pull my curtain

So adamant they are with me

Makes me wish I was the man

They needed me to be

Every time I see them

I noticed their tears and fears

Are at the brim

Maybe because I don't talk to them

I'm always so confused

Like a bomb that won't diffuse

Fell so many times

I'm amazed that my clock still ticks

Although it's from my restlessness

Hicks come up here and there

She says I'm disoriented

Which caused things to be fermented

Moods swing out of no where

I see why no one is there

Having a neverending battle

Causing my personalities to rattle

But really I am forever lost

Trying to pay for the cost

The lack of restraint

Has most certainly racked up

Never been able to fill the cup

Hopefully one day I'll be able to drink

Then maybe I'll be able to think

Although it's from my restlessness

Hicks come up here and there

She says I'm disoriented

Which caused things to be fermented

Moods swing out of no where

I see why no one is there

Having a neverending battle

Causing my personalities to rattle

But really I am forever lost

Trying to pay for the cost

The lack of restraint

Has most certainly racked up

Never been able to fill the cup

Hopefully one day I'll be able to Then maybe I'll be able to think

Although it's from my restlessness

Hicks come up here and there

She says I'm disoriented

Which caused things to be fermented

Moods swing out of no where

I see why no one is there

Having a neverending battle

Causing my personalities to rattle

But really I am forever lost

Trying to pay for the cost

The lack of restraint

Has most certainly racked up

Never been able to fill the cup

Hopefully one day I'll be able to drink

Then maybe I'll be able to think

sad poetry

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