effects of a father's death

It hit me like a tidal wave
Showed me nightmares like no other has

It brought tears and anger
As it snatched my life
And turned it to dust

I'm nothing but a beggar
Since the day he left me
After all I used,

the money I had,
To wash away the pain,
with the drugs he banned

But I'm still crawled up,
Beside his grave,
Weeping like nothing,
Wishing he would come back
But as they say
Memories won't fade yet people do.

So now I shall leave
To live a beggars life
But dad I'll tell you
I will live an honest one.

The_Hunger

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This is a pretty old poem of mine which I unpublished when I took down the book. But I think this was a pretty good poem so therefore here ya go and hope you all enjoy.