James Pizzo

February 24, 2012
To me,
You were my uncle,
My father,
My councilor,
And best friend.
Why’d you leave?
Why did he take you from me?
At random I think of you.
And I don’t know what to do.
I want to email you or call you,
Just to ask what to do.
My mind is clustered with emotion.
My heart is damaged and bruised.
I wish you were here to help me...
But I guess he didn’t want you to.
I wish you were here to tell me what to do,
Here to tell me it’ll be alright...
But for now I’m left with what ifs’,
And trying to figure out why…
It may be a test of strength,
It may be a test to see if I’m worthy…
I just wish you were here,
Here to hold me…
I miss you…





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