As my feet hit pavement,
I think ‘bout what I’ve done.
The message I have sent,
The war I have begun.
He was sitting there with his long black hair
And a bottle of whiskey by the bed.
With his torn jeans looking like he don’t care
And a bottle of pills by his head.
He looked at me from where he lay…
I looked at him, into his high eyes.
Then I heard The Rolling Stones say,
“Let’s do some living after we die…”
He stood up and staggered a bit,
He was just trying his best not to fall.
But, fall he did for he was lit,
That’s when I decided to build a wall.
I stood firm, my back it was straight.
I worked up the nerve to speak my mind.
I was hoping it’s not too late
To fill him in some on life unkind.
“Dad, my soul has broken into two,
And all my heart feels is its pain.
I love you; you know it is true,
But you’ve left me standing in the rain.
I am finished with your acts.
You’re an alcoholic and a drug addict
And I’m just stating the facts.
Is this the future you did predict?
I’m finished and I’m through,
This life is no life for me.
You brought this upon you,
And this I guarantee…
You have lost me for now,
And it will be hard to come back.
Please, you must take a vow
To get yourself on the right track.”
I could see anger below the surface,
Just for speaking what I feel…
Under his breath he did cuss
My fear I tried to conceal.
I leave him there, on his own
For if I stayed there would be hell.
I cry for the weakness I shown
And I say goodbye, farewell.
I think ‘bout the war I‘ve begun,
The message that I have sent.
Good Lord, what on Earth have I done?
I say as my feet hit the pavement.
2006-10-04
11:14:25
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Not for sure...was wondering if any of you could tell me.....sounds sort of more like a song than a poem to me though.
2006-10-04
11:22:17 ·
update #1