Father, can you feel your heart beat, beat, beat. Can you feel how it wants to leave it's cage and be free, free, free.

Father, can you feel the newly fresh wounds sprouting from your lips every time you kiss a woman, did you know it is a punishment for what you did?

Father, do you still believe the lies that you told her? An epic poem which you wrote on her waistline. Did you know that you hurt her?

Father, are you there? I can't seem to hear the tumultuous symphony your heart makes when you're scared, father? Did you found the courage to take flight? Father... Please come back.
- The Poet A