FATHER this be the only prose
that I shall ever write to thee
more than you gave ever to me
What crumbs left in youth
nothing more than nightmare
such memory that I dreamed
And when you beat the heart
of the woman who bore me
I let my soul break away
You — arrested development
such a weak excuse to me
the reason is more —
Your soul is rotten
and decays within the core
not one bird would eat you
Now I know and I praise because
if not for you I would never know
the woman is stronger than the cock
So prance along weathered bird
no tree too short for your talon
and leave alone my precious heart
:: 02-03-2014 ::
[Definition ‘cock‘]


February 4th, 2014 at 11:13 pm
This is such a courageous piece. I’m sure you had to go very deep to get there. Its so lovely to see that your heart shines (even the darkness), for your mom and women. Though my heart does ache, and goes out to you and every child who is required by fate to endure such tragedy. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs.
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