I'm immersed in
the survival tactics
For enduring barren lands,
in solitude and while in a
desolate state;

With your foundation
Cracked and shaken
But not broken down enough,
To have completely and utterly
quit

I have witnessed time be marked
in twos
And have been defined by that
very date,
Harsh as it may be, still within me
resides him
And all of his abandonment and recklessness
And selfishness

I, fatherless child indeed
Inherited all of his
Characteristics, and not just the physical

How the fatherless are dominated by their fathers, even if just in memory?

The shackles are seemingly freed, dear boy
Yes, at least physically

Run, run-
And tell not a soul
You will never measure

Be strong and courteous,
Statesmen, even
But know, that the devil
snipes at your heels, lurking
from the casting shadows.

© BeauAllen