The Storms !!!

My young Daughter’s life is in such a mess.

Her aching heart, her soul, in pain, needs a rest.

I know not what to do, or say, just give her my best,

knowing, it is not enough, meaningless, I must confess.

As these mean black clouds, loom, menacingly overhead,

Storms are a brewing, raging, boiling over, instead

of dissipating with compassion and understanding.

The thunder they bring, doth ring out loud

within the accumulation of this black cloud

that only seems to harbor a sad rendering,

beats – with a heavy fist – upon the door

to my brain, pounds with angry passion in my head,

bouncing off the walls of my skull, with ever more

force than I, sometimes, am able to bear

and what I have to look at, listen to instead

should never be a parent’s nightmare, not fair !,

these shards, these flakes, these splinters of lightning

that strike, penetrate deep into the heart – frightening !!! –

as it cuts through and into the very marrow of my soul

as all this pain, all this rage, I have come, only to well, to know

I know not what to do, for you and me, my Dear.
 

I know not how to elevate / eliminate all our fear

except, to be the best I can, be a man rising above it all,

empathize, listen and understand, heed the call

and keep on fighting for you, and for your love

give you my unconditional love and keep it above

all the bullshit that has brought us, driven us down,

taken us round and round on this merry-go-round

ride, confusing what we are and are to each other.

All I would like, you, with all my love, to smother !

 B. J. “A” 2

June 28^th 2002