Tuesday, December 21, 2010
FAR-THER BY JASEN SOUSA
I wish I could probe your mind
so I could see what you had planned for me.
You do not know how much it hurts to know
that you do not understand me.
How my soul quivers each time I realize
you despise what I have become.
Every time I explore your eyes I wonder
if you wish you had another son?
My memories as a kid
consist more of dreams of things we never did.
Still, you are my father and I put no man above you.
My final words to my father,
I love you.
First Collection of Poems Written at Age 17
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