Disclaimer: I don't really own House M.D. characters.
Summary: Robert has his own inner thought which had not voiced out, after House's 'funeral'.
Author's note: This is my first poem, if this poem doesn't sound like Robert I'm sorry... well I tried; my first attempt. :) It's free verse.
Title: Inner thought
In dreams I have sat image of face, Gregory House
My eyes dawn at father figure who stood near in unconsciousness
I dwell in slumber, he was closest kin as Rowan Chase
My biological father who passed away and so do mentor.
I stood before grave, in silent dark of memory basin
While Wilson gave a monologue in sombre, they entering my mind.
House, you're everything which let me thought of mum
but with mask on you're everything like a father.
I never hate you and it is never be a question
Vicodin make you grumpy I known as House that you lived.
How many times dressing down were given each other?
You're already here and only item I own is the ball.
When the ball spin, my personality is already molded
You had me while my past live with you
If your spirit has dream of me I'm glad to enter it.
Every night I relieve dreams, strangely it bode well.
Where-ever you are, you're diagnostician in the world.
