Flashing blurry faces
one, two, and three
Tiptoed, scurried paces
thinking that we’re free
Street lights are fading
down a flashing sea
so we can’t believe
Betting like horses on
humans of the streets
Weighing down moments
counting to sixty
Birthday cake candles
Blown out a lifetime
Mumble, bumble, jumble
like a busy bee
Set ourselves on fire
just so we can breath
No clouds fog the yellow skies
Yet a rain storm swells in my eyes
The rugged routine uninterrupted
So why has this flame erupted?
Realization of emptiness, the void
Of a hollow mass you left behind
Carrying the weight of regular strife
With your absence like an iron-hot knife
The blame, given or taken, not justified
Your only choice; to walk to the other side
But the questions still vexes my mind
Why did you have to leave us behind?
Or what would’ve happened if you stayed
Would we have danced, laughed, played?
Would you be there to wipe my tears?
Would you shield me from my fears?
Futile interrogations to empty sky, alas
All said, all done, another decade’s passed
A daughter prays for the heavens to bless you
O father! I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I’m your tragic flaw
Conviction of your downfall
© Rosh Von Amber 2015