Of Kratos
This isn't a poem. It's just easier for me if I write these things in this way. I don't have to use real sentence structure for this. I like this 'poem' format for writing.
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He was certainly strange, I'll admit.
He knew too much about everything.
But does that matter?
It really...didn't matter.
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At first, I hated his guts.
I wanted him to go away.
He was always putting me down.
Always making fun of me.
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At some point, I grew to respect him.
He was shown to be kind and caring.
I didn't know why he felt so familiar...
But I had an unwavering faith in him.
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He betrayed us and I was so angry!
I had trusted him and he...he-!
I felt my heart break...and I didn't know why!
He had just...left us...me!
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Later, when he started helping us...
I was really confused.
I know I'm not too bright,
but it really made no sense.
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Yuan told me he was my father.
I didn't want to believe it.
My faith in him was gone...
I didn't want to know the truth anymore.
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He was persistent to the end,
and I found I wanted him near me.
He was...my father...and I loved him as such.
I could only hope he wouldn't betray us again.
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Now, when it's 'all said and done'...what?
What happens to those who leave and go away?
I cried when he left,
But I hid my tears from him...
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He had been cold,
He had done wrong,
But he'd come back...
He was my dad!
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Of all my memories of him...
I think my favorite ones...
Are of his smiles...
He was really my father...
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When he smiled...
By Lloyd Irving