The Father

November 12, 2008
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The notes of the tunes flow into my head

Driving on cement with father beside

His love for me I’ll never feel

Words of compassion never touch my skin

The words he speaks bring tears that travel thick and countless

My head turned to the glass so he won’t find what he has created

Driving driving driving

Peel back the window I need to breathe the calm autumn winds

Anxiety swirls and settles in me as we come to a halted end

Red tints my hand with it hanging out the window

We start rolling my hand swiped up in the breeze and caressed by the moon

The mind travels through thoughts I have tried to compress

The mother betrayed by slashing words of the father

The brother shattering his family, corrupting my fate

He tries to fix it but the father never sees self sin and blame

Blinded by pride and the splintered past

His heart only filled with hurt has only one place showering over me

I think I am becoming like him

Only seeing the shadows of former happiness

Yet here I sit with tunes and breezes

As the depression creeps into the folds of the mind and the core of the body

Understanding that my father has spoiled my chance…

Burying my light





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Madison_R said...
Mar. 28, 2009 at 11:46 pm
I can feel the emotion behind this. Good job putting it into words.
I love the line: "The mind travels throught thoughts I have tried to compress".
 
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Nov. 18, 2008 at 3:04 am
I love this
 
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