Sadly
I have created a world
Where no one cares
If I’m here or a birthday
Or a father
Or a sun
Or the time
That comes
With the passing of peace
I have become
The fear
That I harbor
To the point
Where I can not pretend
But I want love
And love won’t find
Falsehoods wrapped in
Skepticism
Multiplied by doubt
So the birthday sun
Sleeps slower
To the side
Of all missed
In aisles of smiles
