The heir of the swing....

(That's my first poem on Mibba, so please read and comment! Any comments either good or bad will help! Thank you, Nicole xx)

Always you say I'm out of touch
and unable to undertake the responsibilities
everybody thinks you are wrong
but I believe you are sent of God

Why do you say those things?
Why do you behave like this?
What must I do to restore our relationship?
I love you, but you never loved me...

Then you die
And I'm all alone in this strange world
But I continue, keep strong
With your shadow haunting me...

Why didn't I hear you?
Why did you die?
Why did you leave me alone?
You know you scared me now....

But I find refugee in the swing
Which we used to swung when we were young
....

I know you haunt it..
You know you scared me...
But I unthread you....