Passion (Part 1)

my father lost his passion for architecture,

he has become materialistic,

willing to do anything for money.

when I was little,

I could see the fire in his eyes.

his ambition to be a famous architect,

“money didn’t matter”

what he told me changed

as his eyes dulled,

all that is left is tiredness,

and regret

when will I lose my passion?

Author's Note

my first sane piece of writing from my notebook

testing the waters
starting off with something innocent

Reviews

[Quinn W]

NEVER LET YOUR PASSION GO!!!!! WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR PASSION, YOU LOSE YOURSELF!!!!!! If writing is your passion, keep a pencil behind your ear and a small notebook in your pocket if you have to! Write, in sharpie (or get a tattoo) on your forehead so you never forget!
Lovely poem by the way! Loved it! Sorry about the rant ;)

[Désiré Desrosiers]

thanks for the review, i have another free verse diving more into passion that i will share soon. what inspired me about this topic was my father's refusal of architecture job offers and how the word "passion" is abused.