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You question me with insipid candor As though it was worth an answer Repeat the same deeds with silver tongue A talented, insolent dancer Do you not see the ripples and wakes The wan smiles pasted on your son's face Reflect just once on your mistakes The painful sound your cadence makes Crashing like waves as it's always been I am forced to wayward roam alone To receive my only splendor as obscene I am cursed to despise anything my own Until only perspective renders me clean The strength within is all I've sought Through years of patience finally bought Destroyed in a second with one wrong thought So I hold fast to what my numb heart has wrought Wash away, and never let you in Perhaps one day you'll breach the shore As a man who relishes in serendipity Abandoning everything else for whom he values more Who trades an ocean of isolation for an epiphany But until you know a man from a mouse Until you know a lover from a spouse Not until you know a child from a louse Until then I'll be waiting for you at the lighthouse Waiting to call you Dad again
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
The Lighthouse
You question me with insipid candor As though it was worth an answer Repeat the same deeds with silver tongue A talented, insolent dancer Do you not see the ripples and wakes The wan smiles pasted on your son's face Reflect just once on your mistakes The painful sound your cadence makes Crashing like waves as it's always been I am forced to wayward roam alone To receive my only splendor as obscene I am cursed to despise anything my own Until only perspective renders me clean The strength within is all I've sought Through years of patience finally bought Destroyed in a second with one wrong thought So I hold fast to what my numb heart has wrought Wash away, and never let you in Perhaps one day you'll breach the shore As a man who relishes in serendipity Abandoning everything else for whom he values more Who trades an ocean of isolation for an epiphany But until you know a man from a mouse Until you know a lover from a spouse Not until you know a child from a louse Until then I'll be waiting for you at the lighthouse Waiting to call you Dad again
For my estranged father. -"And when you die. I will cry. For it hurts so bad. To mourn the loss and shoulder the cost of what I never had."
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
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