Like father…..
Like father.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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
🖤 Soooooo lovely. 🖤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dear poet. With time. We see our father face in our face.
LikeLike