You aren't here You aren't anywhere. All you ever do in life Is blow clouds through the air, Wasting away through strife. You know your wife hates it. You know your children do. You know that all our money goes To your selfish habits and you As your addiction grows
I love you though... I just wish you'd end this phase- The one that's spending all our cash And shortening your days until You're turned into dust and ash.
You're an absent father (MY absent father..) Only here when you need to be Then you're gone for the end of this verse And most in between Either spaced out, asleep, or hearsed.
cutting the brush away only to discover thorns this prickly cactus person who has become burdensome in their self-loathing is no more a plant for my *** to spare a drop i should want not and waste none
Likened to characters in a horror movie mother did her best to release the stress as most villains act dead our biological father was a monster in her bed thus (some)were never seen equal leaving room for this prequel confessed the last born at the eulogy blessing the sequel
Who knows what the difference would have been if only the father could have been where he should have been
I am a man of no fame, no claim, no name, an average sinner, absent glory
a few seconds of rustling bustle.
did you ever write poetry?
once. but everything of earthly substance, destined to fade into the ignominy of forgotten vaults, where time takes it time and erodes all into dust.
here, every word preserved. there is no time in the dominion of creators, and you are friend are numbered in their midst, enshrined in many hearts and eyes, and with every reading, each reimagination, you are a reincarnated being.