To speak ill of the dead is wrong they say,
even when the dead beat their frustration,
rage and anger into a child, their son,
especially when the dead man's father
not only passed away when the dead man
changed from a boy himself to an adult,
ever looking ahead, never within.
Exceptions to the rule occur by choice,
proving the rule applies to all cases,
if not the exception, for the fulcrum
provides a point of power to pivot
heft of load with effort antagonist,
as a person takes center stage, their role
neither augments nor diminishes sound,
if the audience cannot hear a voice,
of course, no one holds them accountable.
Deceased or not, our father loved you more,
and in a better way with due respect.
Cast me aside, throw me out of our home,
understandable, as I lost my mind,
not to a doctor did you offer help,
homeless, living off kindness of strangers
as my mind disintegrated to dust.
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