Day: Aug 19, 2021

Oh father, my last dark omen, does the truth burn you as much as it burns me?

There is no exit, yet all you do is come up with new ways of abandoning me.

If ten years ago I could have chewed my own arm off to finally break free,

I would have left you cursing in the rearview mirror without missing a beat.

Now my sharp edges get rusty because I know a bit too much to scream out loud.

They ask how my father is doing, and I must act like I am goddamn proud.

My eyes leak salty rivers, yet somehow your frowning face never drowns.

I hope you smile when I burn your good deeds in front of a roaring crowd.

-JW