Missing
Deep down,
I miss my father the most
The man he used to be
Before a cruel addiction
Took over his mind
Once cheerful, always joking,
He was a happy man
He was far from perfect,
But he truly cared for us
These days, he still jests
But I find no humor in it
He still smiles, even laughs,
But it seems hollow,
As if he's merely an empty shell
The sudden change in him
Has forced this family through hell
In the end,
I miss my father the most
Because deep down, I know
I'll never truly get him back
Regret
The joy of laughter
Untethered by the weight of indiscretions
A conscience, clean
And void of all transgressions
A youthful innocence
Unknowing of the darkness
A heart
Without the scars and fractures
I miss most
The wasted opportunities
At the crossroads
Of right and wrong for me
The chance
To choose a different path
And leave my heart
Unscathed by evil's wrath
But so it is
A curse for generations
Passed down
Since beginning of creation
And though I miss
Falling short as long I live
I have the gift of the love
That my miss finds it forgives