His eyes are closing without intention The sensation of freedom is moving throughout His body becomes cold in the realm of triumph The time has come for his soul to be released The thought of life is now a pastime When the thoughts of death are accompanied by misunderstandings that lead to victory in the eyes of this independent warrior Gravity becomes heavier when he strains for view A moment of peace is unfamiliar to him He's confused in defeat, when he knows that he won The pollution around him, is hardly observed He's tired of fighting, he's tired of confusion It's been a long time since the peace was stable The familiar silence is now fading The atmosphere is changing into a pause The audiences' views are blocked by fear, His view is seen through nature, and peace He holds his eyes open for a moment longer He begins to see a distracted image He will wait longer for the image to clear He is ready to run through the fields of glory The image is here, the time is too late It's the face of his father, with a tear in his eye He remembers to times, with the friend he once had He remembers the times, when his father was proud -Now, he can close his forgotten eyes-
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem at a time when I felt lonely,
when the bond that my father and I had began to pull away.
This poem is a time of dwelling on the past and crying for
the future.....
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