Do You Know
Do you remember when we were kids feeling like we could conquer the world and knowing that were never did? Do you remember when you turned away forsaking our kinship for the brother who taught you the other rotten plays? Do you remember the quietness that you rambled a way into life, thinking, it was a forbidden badness? Do you know the pain of never knowing the insinuations inflicted on me which destroyed love from growing? Do you know how much we miss it all when we used to talk and think without the angry ones who stall? Do you know my love for you forsakes the pain and forgives the ignorance of the unenlightened fearing quakes? We have grown past the frustration of the indeterminate confusion for us and everyone else’s elation. Tell me why my life is a testament to the betterment of the family unit unlike the blindness of resentment. Seeing sadly how it will come to be, you will end up aware at once with some sense of sentimentality. T.M. Prada Copyright © 2013 *It’s like a one-sided, fragmented conversation. This is how I’d like to ask questions of some people if I ever could. Life and people get in the way.