Ode to dissociative misconduct
to my Father
I would prophesize the weakness I behold does not
Rule the manipulation of God
as He will
without end
actualize my nightmares evergreen

And O,
To my Father
I must admit that the blisters
Feed off a
Yearning greed to wander adrift,
mindless
Cannily
but the pursuit of warmth
grounded
tangled twisted and braided with
a hunger
to reap the strength
to secure my broken
band of once vigorous
bravery
now comparable to a single gold foil sheet
weak
as is realizing
you do not discern
my grief
materializing
treacherous valley   
in where conditions rest bleak.