A Maker's Thoughts
How do you tell those you love the most
That you truly want to die?
That you've lost the will the live
Lost the will to even try
I was uncertain of these thoughts at first
When they slowly began to rise
Was I merely going through elder crisis?
Were they merely wicked lies?
Or did I truly yearn for a permanent slumber?
To finally rest my ancient head
Was my desire to greet the burning dawn
Truly what I craved, for the light to be my bed?
When I think on it I have decided
All I have I care not for
Save for the safety of the one I cannot release
This lethal beauty for whom my heart is tore
Not wanting to lose my first turned child
I should have let him go so very long ago
Should have granted him the gift of freedom
But a father's pride refused to let him go
And now the love I have from him
Had nearly taken him from me
Placed in danger, not once but twice
All by my doing, too blind was I too see
Now it's all too late, I've made serious mistakes
I swore I would make amends
At this late in t