Last night I dreampt the most incredible dream
So vivid, but surely fantastic
My daughter unborn was visiting me
So timmid, yet brave and bombastic
We sat for a while, and spoke with our minds
So peaceful and exciting
Her eyes were like mine, and her soul was familiar
So conversationally inviting
Words were not needed to say what we thought
To say what was on our mind
She shared of her waiting, and her longing to be
I spoke of the passage of time
Reluctantly choosing the perfect discussion
We lovingly spoke of the future
For she is my daughter, and I am her father
But only in dreams we can nurture

The cigarette burns against my skin,
The pain that burns hides the pain from within,
And I forget for a moment why I cringe inside.

I forget what it was I was trying to hide.

I forget why you left,
Forget why you lied,
Seared away in my foolishness,
This pride burning pride!

Crushing the crimson ash,
This slowly rolling torment hisses and I gasp
Now in dismay at my rage on display.

How foolish am I,
How timmid my timbre,
That this ember serves as my novocaine
To all things remembered.

Yet this pain is easier to bear,
And smaller are the visible scars
So judge me not,
You who know me not!