His (Structured Poem)

I was just seven, when I last saw him 

in a room full of crying and sobbing 

I wanted to woke up, praying that it was a dream;

did begged God to end the suffering. 

I was just seven, when I last felt his touch.

Did hugged him, never thought that it would be the last.

I look at him with tears, while he's crying on the couch, 

then we left him, never thought that it would be the last.

I heard the telephone rang and rang 

I felt my soul left my body hang,

as i heard the news from the cops;

my world suddenly stops.

He disappeared like a bubbles, 

as he crossed the rainbow bridge. 

i am now blowing my 18th candles,

wishing to meet you again at the very edge. 

Those memories still flows in my vein; 

asking God to take away the pain. 

I am now standing in the seashore,

letting go the memories for the closure.