saggy eye bags remind me of another sleepless night
what in my subconscious only allows four hours uninterrupted
flashing images
whirlwind of despair
crashing reality
the past still exists –
youthful transgressions
a wake of damaged feelings
and her
a daughter
innocent and abandoned
left behind like so much ****** baggage –
sweet sixteen with no father, just like all the others
can forgiveness exist in the ignored
very few miles and less through facebook
the failure is mine
I sit waiting
still –