Helpless

time is running out

imagining my doubted dreams

valentines comes every year.
and every year it's the old story.
my hopes and dreams perish.
waiting for another year to come.

loosing myself in the midst of depression.
it has been a long time i waited for nothing.
i look up at the sun looking for answers.
trying to unfold the lock in my head.
my eyes burn from the tears.
early visions appear.
then everything starts to fade away.

A 29 year old Dad's Poem

TO MY CHILD

Just for this morning, I am going to
smil e when I
see your face and laugh when I feel like
crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you
choose what
you want to wear, and smile and say how
perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step
over the
laundry and pick you up and take you to
the park to
play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the
dishes in
the sink, and let you teach me how to put
that puzzle
of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug
the telephone
and keep the computer off, and sit with
you in the
backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell
once, not
even a tiny grumble when you scream and
whine for the
ice cream truck, and I will buy you one
if he comes
by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry
about what you
are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess
every decision I have made where you are
concern ed.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you
help me
bake cookies, and I won't stand over you
trying to fix
them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us
to McDonald's
and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can
have both
toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in
my arms
and tell you a story about how you were
born and how
much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you
splash in the
tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you
stay up late
while we sit on the porch and count all
the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle
beside you
for hours, and miss my favourite TV
shows.

Just for this evening when I run my
finger through
your hair as you pray, I will simply be
grateful that
God has given me the greatest gift ever
given.

I will think about the mothers and
fathers who are
searching for their missi ng children, the
mothers and
fathers who are visiting their children's
graves
instead of their bedrooms. The mothers
and
fathers who are in hospital rooms
watching their
children suffer senselessly and screaming
inside that
little body

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold
you a little
tighter, a little longer. It is then,
that I will
thank God for you, and ask him for
nothing, except one
more day.............

nothing hurts like love.

im worried as hell
im shocked to death
all i can do is hope and pray
that everything will be alright.

should i bring back the past again.
should i take the risk.
thoughts floating in my head
swallowing my saliva like theirs no tomorrow.
wiping my sweat continuously.
im confused. im unbalanced.
im hopeless romantic.

Boredom kills