Poetry

Chapter 11

written by: Daniel91

Man Wakes from his slumber
His name is the fumbler
Whatever is in his hands slips out because
He never really knew what it was

He never knew how it made him feel
He never thought any of this could be real
That how someone he doesn't even know
Could make him appreciate Gods show

The man remembers back when
When he first saw her
And everything went to a blur
She made him want to turn away from the grim

But he lost her that September night
All because of that stupid fight
Over what he knew in his heart
He had to let his son have his own start

Turn to the girl a mother to be
Her life going up in smoke is all that she can see
She love him more than anything
He wanted to raise their son and see what it'll bring

But she didn't feel the same
All she wanted was to let him have the blame
She wanted to forget those days of a summer sun
And everything that led up to their son

She was too young for all of this
She didn't even know him so he can't be missed
So she goes to the wolfs in sheep's clothes
To end him and all her woes

She lets the so called healers rip her 6in tall son apart
She thought this move was the only thing that was smart
She had her own life to live
So it was only fair to end his

The fumbler feels so lost
He would have fought for his son at all cost
But he failed at being a father
Why would he even bother

At anything at all
He wonders how he could love something so small
It was something he had never even met
So why would he even fret

He should because it was something he made
He left his son to be betrayed
To a so called mother
That used to be a lover

The man goes on with his life
Wondering if any of this could be taken in strife
But he knows it can't be
He wonders when he could free

Of the weight of his son
He can't help but run
Until it all comes undone
His sins cand be overdone by the love for his son