Forgiven
Written by Pique
Screaming his name in vain
daddy has caused me pain
having so many nightmares
yet I've never seen his face.
Growing up is beyond difficult
not knowing who he is,
the topic has no real input
and ulcers are my end result.
Gazing into the mail today
a letter made me pass away
it was written by my father
so much he has to say.
Spending an entire summer
with him; bruiser of the mother
to make it a pain on his side,
greeting him to the hate I cover.
Weeks journey by like minutes
feebleminded still being unforgiven
someday, the mood will change
today, he's emotionally smitten.
I felt remorse this morning
as he was down mourning
feeling a bit of sympathy
tears don't rain; it's pouring.
So months are spent together
managing to elevate the weather
he's actually a fantastic sole
when his mood is much better.
The last day of summer has come
almost ready to see the rising sun
though he lies on the bed; white
and his pulse appears a bit numb.
I sit at the bedside speaking
pretending he's still breathing
but I can't hold it back anymore
and I can't bother with leaving.
Preachers showed up with much praise
somehow the word drifted like parades
and once the funeral began it's session
remember the past; this is my masquerade.
Through rivers of denial, pity and sorrow
knowing this will be my thoughts tomorrow
I love you dad, sorry that I misunderstood
because you're footsteps are worth my follow!
Before I leave this cemetery without say
I leave that letter on top of your grave
the one you wrote me, asking forgiveness
today, father please don't be so afraid.
No longer a sinner, no longer smitten
and on that letter, I now have written
in the afterlife, we'll laugh once again
because father, you've been forgiven.
