Mr. Freemantle [part 2]

31 January 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan

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.

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan