This is one poem,
Too true,
Too hard,
Too sad,
To write.
But Ashley is here,
Inside a lonely mind.
This is that promise,
Too long,
Too broken,
Too lonely,
To keep.
Ashley left.
Though promised not to leave.
This is the anger,
Too built,
Too strong,
Too hurt,
To show.
No Ashley means no family.
No family means a broken world.
And this is the night.
Too dark,
Too scared,
Too longing
To tell.
Ashley was my perfect mom.
I guess that she has quit that job.
And i don't know what world she's in,
To abandon her four lovely kids.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy crushed my only dream
PoetryA collection of poems written for my father and the pain he has put me through. He isnt a bad father. I love him. Maybe sometimes thats what kills me, love.
