Terrible Son

Of the worse kind of child
All think it, but none revile
Unreliable, unaware, and undeserving
But a burning desire to do what’s right, is yearning

Life never progresses as you believe it should
Hoping that your actions will be understood
You forget common sense and that to you I consign
Because life’s fastidiousness eats away at time

That said, I should’ve been there, then and now
Instead you lie in a room afraid, again

And to feel that this was not something I just allowed
Well, I’ll just have to pretend –

I’m sorry you’re in the hospital and I’m not there.

© Luis Valencia

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About luisydomonique

Poetry Year Long Project between Luis Valencia and the Brilliant, Beautiful, and Vivace Domonique Celeste Alcaraz.
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3 Responses to Terrible Son

  1. Jingle says:

    you are incredible poet,
    always super creative and witty.
    keep it up.

  2. Olivia says:

    I hope all’s well by the time you read My words here- all the best Dear.. xox

  3. Olivia says:

    Glad to read you today, hope all is well in your blogging or poetry writing agenda.
    We treasure your input and would be delighted to see you at our potluck again this coming Monday.
    Any poem is acceptable, simply link in and share…
    Let me know if you need further assistance.
    Keep writing, Keep inspiring!
    xoxox

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