Oh well

Having trouble
seeing
thinking
blinded
pain
loss
more pain

I live
and I
hide
and
I
think
and I
try
and forget
and
that
doesn’t work

I miss
my kids

there is an empty
world trade center
in
my heart
for them
that’s a lot

my heart aches
for
them

in my prayers
I
whisper

bring light to my children
and all that they know

in a world
of suffering
they
will
know

what it
feels like
to long
for that
which
is
not
there

be still
in these
unanswered
childhood moments

forever
scaring

in horrific
crazed expresions

of hate
and anger
and love

all that
needs to be fulfilled
all that
needs
to
be
seen

WTF! !!!!!!
my kids
have turned up
in my rhymes

to be chill’en
years denied

What can I say
shit is fucked up

I got a girl that is all up wit me
what can I say, she’s fly and
loves me

Kitties on the couch
and cookies in the oven

I have a million flaws
but I love them

maybe someday
my kids
might
get
to
know
me
I hope so