A Father's Suicide

I sit now watching the clouds,

Slowly corrode the blue,

A cancer of the mind,

A slowly widening gap,

In a heart that bleeds too;

Believe it or not.

For I may have been wrong,

You may have put me right,

For you’re my murderer,

My gunshot to the head,

For if I was ever correct,

It’d be about you.

Happy as we were,

Or may have seemed to be,

You know that it was different,

And obviously found it hard to hide,

For I just wish for our children,

The baby more than most,

That you’ll be able to move on together,

And forget me as I never can you.

For I was the blue,

And you were my cloud,

All that we had,

We threw away,

But now I’m gone,

You’ll be safe,

Please don’t do the same to them,

For you broke my heart,

My glittering diamond suicide.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another one of my crap poems. Enjoy.
If you don't know what he's talking about, ask me.
Although I'm not quite sure about it myself..

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Kris Grula's picture

Very nice. Well thought, and conveyed