Cloggers

It has been 9 months that I have been gone...My heart torn with anguish not knowing how things are at home with mommy.  I hope that mommy is taking care of you.  You deserve only the best in this world.  Despite what ever happened in this life, I hope that you will always remember those that have brought you into this world, your world gods by our age old tradition.

Memories are not much; yet it is heartache that matters most.  You are not forgotten, yet the ongoing suffering that you have to endure will be short-lived and that is the promise that I will carry with me until fulfillment is done and my soul is put to rest.

Your smile and those big round eyes are what I remember most.  Your cries of joy and happiness despised me..for I know it is the innocent look on your face that always shine on me and I will forever remember you in my heart.

It is the short-lived memories that matter most.  I have chosen a path and time will heal.  It is with hope and countless prayers to god that I shall live to see your face once more.

Dearest Angel, you will always be remembered in my heart..If time shall heal, I will forever be indebted to you because those missing years are time gone by and needs to be made up.  

And it is my only hope that the world has treated you fairly in my absence.  You will have grown to what you are yet it is my hope that the world has offered you the same opportunities as I once had.

As I sit and contemplate about life and those months and those years ahead; I sit in seclusion with hopelessness and for once in my life time, I am scared of what will happen in the days ahead.  The short-live memories are so vivid that they tear my soul...and it is my hope that my pain will ease your anger.  And that you will forgive me for those months and years of the lost time together.

Dearest Angel, was it meant to be this way?  How can a sudden wind of turbulences keep chasing me away from you?  Drowned in misfortunes, one after another, I am lost in time and space.  

I am a broken man without destiny, caught up in the midst of chaos wondering how will I make it once more?  

It is a personal choice that I have made yet the trauma that I experienced will forever change me and how I look at this world and the people around me.  Men treat other men in glorious time with respect, dignity and kindness.  

When time is bad, you are casted away like dirt in the turbulence of time and space to the open seas.  And it is after all a cruel and unjust world. It shall be forever remembered that in these trouble times, we must remember that a lost soul should never be forgotten.  Some days and some how that lost soul will be back stronger than ever because it is by destiny that a soul will be self-proclaimed.

Written in memory of a lost childhood through time and space.