Because it’s too late…

Thank you, Dad.
Your gift has taken my life away.
And you allowed it,
that SHE would get in so deep.
Now I can only wave at you
from the ship of your dreams.
Dreams that turned into nightmares.
But before you knew about it,
it was too much too late.

Do not cry now.
You know, mother will always be with you
and she’ll sing you the lullaby.
Do not worry.
Be patient.
The time will come soon.
I will come.
And I’m going to drag you down to the bottom.
Like the anchor dragged this damn ship down.
Ship from your nightmares.

Thank you, Dad.

© W. Donovan

I would like to live in a fairy tale
so that I could always smell a gingerbread
to forget about the whole scent of reality.

I will build a castle for myself
and
One day I will meet a beautiful prince
That won’t be a trick
The world will be magical.

I want it to be real
so that I could touch it with my hand
and feel it with my own heart.
I want to believe it’s true
so that I could see it with my eyes
even then when it’s not dark.

© W. Donovan

Thank you, Dad
for supporting me.
I believe in you with all my heart.
Today is the day I want to thank you.
That you reflected back
that glare in my eyes.
You were always close to me.
I was patient, just like you.

You may have always loved my tears,
And you’ve always been to sing me a lullaby.
Don’t go away even when I close my eyes.
Because when I wake up the next day,
I want you to be at my side.

…

© W. Donovan