Like father.A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood 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 © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on March 10, 2013Last Updated on March 11, 2013 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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