His Portrait

His Portrait

A Poem by LuxeLanguage

 I could never forgive her father for committing suicide
but why at that time?
But why at that park?
but why on this day?
The day she was suppose to be born
So I had no choice but to hide his identity in a dark place, somewhere he couldn't escape
but I could hear him breaking out every time I walked past the attic
Somehow she found his portrait and she kept it safe in her hands
After i slapped it out of the grasp of her fingertips, she watched me rip it as i cried
As I look into her eyes now I can still see the pain still there

© 2020 LuxeLanguage

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Photo Credits: Google Images

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Added on March 26, 2020
Last Updated on April 22, 2020
Tags: #LuxeLanguage



Germantown , MD

Hippy at heart. Poetry is my drug. I write of the unknown & unbelievable. Enjoy the words that escape my mind. more..