Now in The Mirror
If one is free, why are you heavily disturbed?
The sheer weight of father's caustic home life burdens would constitute
a sheer level of exhaustion to leave a slave drudgeries
in comparison, well temperate.
He was a slave, slave to work, slave to a thoughtless wife
and deceitful children more brood than human.
Father automated nature dispelled fear amongst
the house. The house never entertained fathers silent outcries
now woman and child alike now bereaves.
How ironic,
The woes of your nonchalant everyday existence
now quarrelsome, now tearful memories charms your eyes
to a reality of ever bitter reverie of karma is
to some, too much to contemplate.
Poetry by wolfthepoet
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 17:24
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