Like father.
Like father.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.
When I look in the mirror.
What do I see?
Have I become what I despised all my life?
I have my father eyes.
Now I know my father pain.
Have my eyes become cold?
Violence and anger my strength?
Each day I learn loss.
Loss of dreams and desire.
Kindness and gentleness forgotten.
I follow my father path to war.
I did what he did.
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 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 destine to hurt everyone I have loved?
My father hatred.
Is it my anger too?
Am I free to choose my journey?
If I choose my old road.
Why did I follow my father sadness.
Coyote
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what a piece of self introspection,you read your thoughts so loudly here,I could feel the intensity of the feelings behind.
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Thank you soumyav for the comment. We can learn from the mistakes of others.
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Thank you for sharing…
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Thank you reading. A old poem with a re-write. I found my poetry reading journal from 1992. Digging out old memories.
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You learn from your father’s essence, and to evolve it, and that is love. It is also a struggle. Thank you for the poem
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Thank you Jane for the comment.
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for someone so self aware you will not follow that path
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You are correct. I almost did. Two brother’s suicide change my life and thoughts. Thank you for the comment.
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I think the fact that nowadays more people are self-aware and to contemplate/express these things is a form of evolution that grants freedom from previous generations qualities that are no longer useful.
I am heartened when I read your poetry. Thank you.
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I saw my father. Two wars and killed many people. Violence was all he knew. You are correct. I control my anger and tried not to follow my father’s ways. Thank you for the comment.
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No.
NO.
You walk what path you choose.
You are the person you desire to become.
You are you.
You are who you choose to be.
Moonlight.
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I agree. Violence and anger lead us to no-where. Look at our world. Time to put down guns and have conversation about peace and safety of all children. I try to control my temper all my life. Old wars and new wars create men with wounds that cannot heal. Thank you for the comment.
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Wonderful questions. Poems are great places to question.
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Poetry allowed us to ponder our life and thoughts. My father taught me violence lead to no-where. He did peace at the end. Thank you for the comment.
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