The winter blues.

The day of confusion.
The day I dread.
The day I fear.
The day I hate.

December 16th.

The man responsible for my life.
He was taken at the wrong time.
I wanted a father.
But all I got was lonlieness.

December 16th.

I never knew him.
Now I will never know him.
He was my father.
But he was a stranger.

December 16th.

I will get over his death.
But I will never forget the feelings.
One day I will be like him.
But hopefully a different person.

December 16th.