The Walker

A Poem by Asante

The path I walk is a solitary one
One that in the past I would have surely shunned

One with loneliness
One with shame
But I only have myself to blame

If I could have been there
If I was home
They'd still be alive and I wouldn't be left to roam

What is a Man?
His love inside his heart
That is what sets us and animals apart

This alone is the source of a man's strength
This is what defines his life's length

This gives life meaning
To share the love inside is what keeps us breathing

But what happens when this love is corrupted?
An atrocity you alone could have interrupted

My pureness is rotten
I decided to lay in another man's bed
Instead of sleeping in my own cotton

I came home late that night
But I felt in the air that something wasn't right

I turned the knob on my door
The sight was gruesome
My sons body on the floor
The odor hit me
It stank of death and stale sex

I was frozen in place
How could this happen?
Disaster befell my family in my absence

He was on his stomach
Pants around ankles
Penetration noticable...His naked body in shambles

I slowly stood up
With tears in my eyes
As I realized something within me just died

In my shock I failed to notice
The rest of house
Welcomed a coldness

I climbed the stairway
and checked the rooms
My sons room was empty but my daughters held a different truth

To Be Continued....