Monday, May 25, 2015

You

You
Write
To you
You
The one
That knew
Me so well
You were to hold my hand,
Guide me through life
The way all fathers do
There were happy times surpassed
Via bottle, a bottle of poison hiding
Your, every word, your every move
Fear has been my constant companion
Shattering my very breath within a past
Not in a rush to leave; light shimmers near
The moment has come for clarity. I will be.
Dignity is within the palm of my hands, too
I am not you. I am me. Your are you, not me.

©2014

The Poison

                  The Poison

The bottled poison severed, our comfort zones
We were just kids, living a life of havoc
Mom pushed forward, we followed.
You clung to her knees, I traipsed behind, slowly.

There was no time to reflect, 
The whiskey hanging over my shoulder
Had to do what I was told,
Else, there would be hell to pay.

I was better than he,
Yet, no one ever really told me. 

Mom had her hands full,
I was to lead you by example.

Where are we going?
I do not know.
Wherever it is, know this,

The poison does not exist. 


©2014