The Father

The Father

A Poem by DwellerComplex

From the view of a child...

The sun brings forth the morning call

His eyes are drawn to the naked bed
Even though the last darkness fled
And contemplates if he is insane
He starves himself to eat again

A devoted man who spills the vine
Beloved by most he has the coins
When clocks reset he's not alone
Keeps the wishes of parents gold

He commits his sins so he will pay
In return the children are forgiven theirs
A fact well known by those who pray

I wish my aunt would heed my tears

© 2017 DwellerComplex

Author's Note

Kind of dark. Tell me what you think. :)

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Added on November 21, 2017
Last Updated on November 21, 2017
Tags: starves, sins, devoted, man