A MAN AND HIS CHILD
Who am I fooling with this dubious act of mine?
I cry myself to sleep at night, no I'm not doing fine.
The choices that I've made are running through my head.
I wish that I could sleep instead.
I miss the nearness of a man and his child.
I let go of the safety, running into the wild.
Insecurities are chasing my very tail,
leaving me haunted, lonely and frail.
Images of love invading my tears,
but what am I afraid of, what are my fears?
To leave or to be left, could that be it?
Or too painful memories that resurrect, bit by bit?
I try to understand the choices that I've made.
The laughters and the nearness are doomed to fade.
Is it easier out here in the wild?
I don't know but I miss a man and his child.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2009-08-03 at 11:36
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