Mr Farther

The halogen street lights

are calling you by name,

Mr. Farther.

They see you in your miserable motions

and hear your insides tearing up.

They want you to join them in

lofty indifference, as they are

above the atrocities of this age,

and they act as an anchor for others,

like you,

and also like you,

they have their own problems to deal with,

the same problems that they ignore in order

to help others,

when in actuality, it is them who need the help,

and the only ones that can help them

are the ones that are guided by them.

 

They can’t help themselves,

and neither can you,

Mr. Farther.

 

What are you waiting for, Mr. Farther?

 

The clacking of your heels

echoes against the brick walls of your inner sanctum,

Your pacing, thinking, praying, cringing,

waiting, but for what?

A response? A reply?

Anything?

 

Patience, Mr. Farther, patience.

 

I know you want answers now, but…

you’ll just have to wait.

Put your mind on something else,

like your dreams, ambitions and future.

 

Sometimes, you have to put your heart aside.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Nicely done. Speaks powerfully of the human struggle...we all need help sometimes no matter who we are.

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Wow this is really good, I like the story, it has a lesson in it. So nicely done, wonderful imagery and powerfully written....xo