FATHERS DAY
You come back to life, once more.Your memory screams inexorably,
throwing reminders from placards
and advertisement.
What's there to remember?
What's there to forget?
Your tombstone lies deserted, alone.
You are an indignity,
merely a shadow of the I you never were.
Your shadows are screaming inside me,
the missing I never felt,
which never existed.
Your heart exploded like a molotov-cocktail.
It was the drinks, always the drinks.
Your death could be predicted by the drinks,
still I had a hard time walking,
fumble, stumble, like you.
As years go by tears visit,
the false and the true.
And now you come back to life, once more.
Your memory has never been simple.
Blood-threads keep pulling me down,
nerve-cords shaking my ground.
In the shadow
that is not you
I will be alive
always.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-14 at 00:54
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