Dad

these days are now cool and the wind is plentiful

this hardened dirt path lined with bare broken trees

dad

I'm breaking as well

I've exchanged clean shirts for dirty midnight robes

if I can't be seen I needn't be

I'm soaked wood chipped flakes inside a musty oak barrel

filled with stale beer

suffocating

was my batch ever good enough?

gray the skies above

that in which I briefly saw you gallop into on a steed of cloud white

but as brilliant as the vision was

the dream ended

and here I stand over a cliff of uncertainty

stuck

in mud

my eyes continue to water the beard I've grown since your passing

attempts to change my appearance

with distorted logic

perhaps one day I'll see you again in the mirror

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I like it!!!!!! You did really good!!!!! Inspirational!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I applaud you!!!!!!!! :)