My Father

What a waste.

Normally I'd find him at the bottom of a Budweiser can
Rolling it up and burning
away memories of his children.
Decadent in his ignorance,
only seeing his reflection
in a lake of hubris
tickling the edges of pity's shoreline.
Placing the filter of a cigarette butt to his lips,
the only filter to ever govern his mouth
As he sits back with his resin stained heart,
a simple man
Of many words.
Quoting scripture
when he should be living by it.
He stands just to the left of me
Wondering where to find the best part of him.
He's been blackened by the "smoke of unthinkable choices".
Littered in his apologies,
I looked aimlessly at the heavens
Confessing,
"He is not the man I was promised..."

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is some of the most Br00tal work ever. The conviction in your words is enough to make any man afraid to make someone feel like this. That part about the filter was a knockout punch. I see a strong foundation here regarding the type of parent I imagine you would want to be. The cycle ends here...That is the uplifting part of this story.

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Soli, this was nicely done has great imagery with a lot of emotion tied behind it.xoxo

[WynterPhoenix]

I can relate to this. I myself got the short end of the stick when it came to a father.
"He is not the man I was promised..." Well said.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

you have penned this well......wow...darn

[Ed Hart]

oh the horrors...what good does it do to say you said it very well...