The days are moving away from me
and my time is running out.
Soon there will be nothing anymore,
an emptiness will be all that is left.
Moments I wish I could have had
are now way to far away.
The childhood moments
I should have enjoyed
were lonely to say the least.
even in a house full of people
the dark was always by my side.
Seeking friendship from the man
was chasing after mist,
His strength was his silence and
also his fortress.
A product of his parents
it filtered down
was gifted as birthright
on the firstborn son
be silent as the night,
tougher than life
don't ask for guidance
work it out yourself.
That was the power
and the admiration
I felt for him then.
Now the rope bridge is broken
hanging in tethers
there is no joining this great divide
he in winter years
and me in late summer
I love him dearly
but my voice I cannot give
there is reservation in my communication
as I yearn for reconciliation
but this will never happen
as time is not standing still
It rushes on and wont let me speak
those words of a son
to the father he doesn't know
expelling the demons of a troubled soul