I see

its a deep poem.

I See

I see many things

I see pretty things,

happy things

sad things

scary things

I see faces

I see many faces

smiling ones,

frowning ones

disgusted ones

I see hands

I see many hands,

gentile hands

twitching hands

slapping hands

I see my dad

I see his many things

his faces

his hands

his things

I see the sky

I see it spinning,

spinning around my head

as I fall to the ground.

And my last glimpse

were his hands

his things

his face 

his hands.

Author's Note

This poem is simplistic but it has a pretty deep meaning. i love showing such deep emotions come through the most simple manner. this is a regular free-form poem. but i like how i gave it somewhat of a repitition like a fancy structured poem. enjoy