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a statue the envy of Michelangelo destiny unknown, the medium—perfection, growing with age and process, moulded by the hands of an unworthy artist the sculptor a paragon of ambition to be, with enamoured eyes the living stone watching me a selfish chisel striking cruel and careless, driven by a hammer of regret, tears resultant unknowing confused questioning and blameless staining the surface as sadness' garment the err of inexpert hands curse by marks impossible to be unmade despite a love absolute for the victim of his craft a father undeserving his son mouth to match heart, hands to mirror soul my failure to see through promise made in reply to infant breath by youth's eye the world so meagre my blessing to be king by innocent observer a man, by title defective an artist in whom little may be redemptive words a patchwork of reparation futile to hide errant strike, reclamation of relation so daunting subsequent degeneration your each tear my sorrow's weight my son, forgive me— forgive your father's abate
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
An Unworthy Artist
a statue the envy of Michelangelo destiny unknown, the medium—perfection, growing with age and process, moulded by the hands of an unworthy artist the sculptor a paragon of ambition to be, with enamoured eyes the living stone watching me a selfish chisel striking cruel and careless, driven by a hammer of regret, tears resultant unknowing confused questioning and blameless staining the surface as sadness' garment the err of inexpert hands curse by marks impossible to be unmade despite a love absolute for the victim of his craft a father undeserving his son mouth to match heart, hands to mirror soul my failure to see through promise made in reply to infant breath by youth's eye the world so meagre my blessing to be king by innocent observer a man, by title defective an artist in whom little may be redemptive words a patchwork of reparation futile to hide errant strike, reclamation of relation so daunting subsequent degeneration your each tear my sorrow's weight my son, forgive me— forgive your father's abate
#regret#free#verse#fatherhood#parenting
shaun-meehan
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
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