When our father died, I could not foresee
how devastated you would be, for me,
even if he were my dad, I was glad,
no more did he suffer from the cancer,
on that point, I am sure that we concur,
understand when I say I was busy,
remember, I had started a new job,
fathers are never easy, they may rob
a boy of his childhood unwittingly,
taking him places he would never want,
holding his hand as he walks you through hell,
even mom could not stop his discipline,
remember, I cannot forget his rage,
death is a process we must all take part
in, however, I could not leave my job,
even if I could, the fear of dying,
doing my duty as a son was done.
I went through hell as a child, always lost,
crying because I did not know my way,
or to get attention, a latchkey kid,
until I became a broken adult,
learned to lift my head high despite the scars,
deep, hidden from plain sight, I could not fight,
nothing in my childhood taught me to face
oncoming challenges head on, my fears
took the form of demons inside my head,
forgive me my choices before dad died,
only I could decide to choose badly,
remember, age is only physical,
emotional intelligence plagues me,
sorry for letting you down, my brother,
ever since you left for college, I lost
everything, as my protector was gone.
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