Fatherless

(this is a really personal, true poem of mine.)

Born to dusk
I was gifted this right,
I entered the world
as day broke from night.
My eyes peered to an odd world
which was new to I,
there stood my father
what a beautiful sight.

I was no more than three
it must have been,
when upon a devastating fact
I had come to know.
My father had chose to leave mother and I,
to travel far off where my reach was unknown.
So with many years passing
I chose to fall def hear;
I exerted no memory of my father dear.

A bastard son I matured,
interpreting life unequaled.
How I longed to have a soul as mine,
one to teach me things of life;
one to push me farther to try.
This being said I have grown alone,
friends and siblings, I still feel alone.
Without my father
I know not much.
There is half of me here,
and half I long to touch.