Forgive me

I may be mentally disturbed
and physically impaired,
I may be disabled, like they said,
I may be blind and viciously unkind.

Twenty six years with the love of my life,
time well spent through trouble and strife,
please, forgive me for the thing I've done,
you were sublime, I was none,
you were the midnight sun, I was my mother's son.

Now the time passed
and I'm still a religious outcast;
I watch the weather forecast
and the radio broadcast,
seeking for a hand of the past
your own father, my own first and last.

Enjoying the misery of being alone,
without a friend, not even a clone;
silence and follies can be so cruel,
elation, cessation and pain, that's the rule.

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