Like father.

Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.

                                      Like father.


     
                          
I look in the mirror.
What do I see?

Have I become what I despised all my life?
I have my father’s eyes.
Now I know my father’s pain.
Have my eyes become cold?
Is violence and anger my strength?

Each day I learned loss.
Loss of dreams and desires.
Kindness and gentleness forgotten.

I follow my father’s path to war.
I did what he had done.
Now I talk to dead friends lost to war in a self-made hell.

Will I become like my father?
Showing passion and emotion when I'm in violence or aroused.

Can I stop my journey to adulthood?
Can I find the path to gentleness and love?

Have I traveled too far?
Is the blood too strong?
Am I destined to hurt everyone I have loved?

My father’s hatred.
Is it my anger too?

Am I free to choose my journey?If I choose my own road.
Why did I follow my father sadness.

                                  Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Any mistakes. Please help. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

I feel we all have the choice to become our own person. You have handled the conflict here. The inner war is a hard decision. Fear not a better day will be here. This was a very good expression of one's heart and soul.

[Jazzy]

This tells a clear, moving story in a very artful way. Well done.

[Beccy]

The ability to look in the mirror and see one's true self is the start, that and the ability to write truthful and honest poetry such as this.

Beccy

[Catheryn]

Such Amazing Imagery, Such Feeling!
I like it 8D

[s y e]

Wow, alot of questions in this. Unanswered questions as well, am I right? The imagery in this was so bold and the emotion raw.

A great write from you.

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Wow, such powerful imagery, filled with questions. This piece has left me pondering many questions myself. Thanks for sharing Coyote :)

[hundi]

choices can break or link chains good poem

[Ayvid N]

Genes do perpetuate themselves and traits do get passed on. Sometimes, we just cannot avoid being the very images of our parents that we despise. After all blood does run thicker than water.

"I follow my father’s path to war.
I did what he had done.
Now I talk to dead friends lost to war in a self-made hell." - Stirring introspection!

A very profound and thoughtful poem, Coyote, with powerful wording.

[Pax]

like the saying goes: we are here for a reason... we choose for a certain reason... there are too many reason why we regret our chosen path... like in my new poem... there will always be one reason why you didn't fail... and that is you learned... as you understand yourself... and with that you survive despite everything that had happened to you... find the light that is always within you my friend... it’s always there it never fades away... its glistening light will guide you through...
destiny my friend is shaped by our own choice… we always have the freedom to choose… I know blood has a strong bond in our life… but it never shape us as a person… we have the power to change ourselves, to choose a better road, to follow what we think is right… you are a good person so I think I know you’ll choose the good one in your road… wonderful job my friend…