fathers day poems

fathers day poems
How sharp is the betrayal?
that with Wiles be your friend faked?
How sick of pain?
can you put an injured chest?
I hate that damn felony happens,
damn clay masks;
Because traces of the false friend
leave a deep and terrible void,
life becomes gray,
We lose the brightness of eyes, balance,
the smile of the lips,
like ghosts walk,
as dead eager to die again.

fathers day poems