2.34 Stolen
A treasured part of my life was swiftly taken from me and haunts me still to this day,
Most people fondly recall their childhood, sadly mine was stolen and fade to grey.
Many memories of joy still remain, but cut short by an event far too painful and tragic,
I was forced to grow up, mature beyond my years, an irreversible act, unless by magic.
One day my life ground to a halt, it was your own life that you took, but it was me that was left to pay.
The sobering thought at a tender age, still developing, that my father would not be there,
Knowing that my school grades, accomplishments, certificates and all of that I could not share.
Accepting that relationship advice and your wisdom are things from you I would never learn,
Successes never to be seen, goals achieved never to be witnessed, these are things I do yearn.
Hearing many a friend sharing their first pint with their dad, I am in turmoil inside, raw and bare.
Was your intent to abandon me and make me begin a lifelong journey of eternal pain?
Had you not considered that your actions would ruin me and forever leave an excruciating stain?
I shall forever miss you, longing for what cannot pass, I am mad at you, but I still very much care,
These opportunities, now lost, leave me numb, only into the deep abyss do I seem to cry and stare.
Time has ceased to be a healer, becoming only a constant reminder that I am locked to by a ball and chain.
You may have stolen your own life, but I fail to understand why you saw fit to steal my childhood,
My ability to grow, form social unions have been damaged beyond repair, leaving me misunderstood.
Fear of getting close to people for fearing of losing them scars me and drives who I am to this very day,
One day I hope to become whole again, to feel normal again, something for which I long and pray,
I shall never know what the lost experiences would have felt like, but time to focus on building a positive adulthood.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Most people fondly recall their childhood, sadly mine was stolen and fade to grey.
Many memories of joy still remain, but cut short by an event far too painful and tragic,
I was forced to grow up, mature beyond my years, an irreversible act, unless by magic.
One day my life ground to a halt, it was your own life that you took, but it was me that was left to pay.
The sobering thought at a tender age, still developing, that my father would not be there,
Knowing that my school grades, accomplishments, certificates and all of that I could not share.
Accepting that relationship advice and your wisdom are things from you I would never learn,
Successes never to be seen, goals achieved never to be witnessed, these are things I do yearn.
Hearing many a friend sharing their first pint with their dad, I am in turmoil inside, raw and bare.
Was your intent to abandon me and make me begin a lifelong journey of eternal pain?
Had you not considered that your actions would ruin me and forever leave an excruciating stain?
I shall forever miss you, longing for what cannot pass, I am mad at you, but I still very much care,
These opportunities, now lost, leave me numb, only into the deep abyss do I seem to cry and stare.
Time has ceased to be a healer, becoming only a constant reminder that I am locked to by a ball and chain.
You may have stolen your own life, but I fail to understand why you saw fit to steal my childhood,
My ability to grow, form social unions have been damaged beyond repair, leaving me misunderstood.
Fear of getting close to people for fearing of losing them scars me and drives who I am to this very day,
One day I hope to become whole again, to feel normal again, something for which I long and pray,
I shall never know what the lost experiences would have felt like, but time to focus on building a positive adulthood.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey