Are we really held accountable
For the sins or our fathers?

Can I, after all these years
Accept that I am only a face
In his mirror?

Fifteen years pass by
Like autumn winds without a word.
Not a single 'Hello' or 'I love you'
Escaping your lips.

For fifteen years
You were the monster under my bed.
Waiting to drag me into your hell,
Torture me as you did so viciously
To my mother.

After fifteen years..
I meet you at deaths door.
Withered and broken
For never saying those cherished words.

To learn that you changed
After my departure
Devastated me.

A love lost over fifteen years,
Is as much my sin, as my fathers.