Pain

Clad in cloths that will, one day, decay from

- once all is gone – the loss of what housed some

of what the spirit, the soul would not hide

from eyes - willing to see – on the same ride

that will wash all away on times tide.

 

Why then ?, do I know cruel words from her mouth,

instead of warm words from a compassionate south

- where all does not lie at the heart of a matter –

beyond just thoughtless desire for – frustrations that scatter

those poisonous barbs, piercing my sensitive ear

 

with things that should not be, for a father to hear.

Heavy with sadness, is my heart, the one you steal

with harsh, venomous, malicious words that reveal

a lack of love, of consideration, of respect,

of concern – a lack of family ties ?, I suspect.

 

My spirit – once again – has been contaminated

by your hostility – my heart broken by words I’ve hated,

coming out of your mouth – words that destroy my soul,

a soul - by your mother, your sister- crippled, you already know

this, as within my demeanor, upon my face, surely doth show.

 

Yet, you seem not to possess the desire nor strength to let it go

- this ugly means by which you three find it so easy to be mean –

I guess, Dear Daughter, of mine, maybe I deserve it, it’d seem

as I look at the tapestry - threads of family ties that bind – it’s seams

seem fragile, tattered and torn, fraying the edges of my dreams.

 

All that brought the above to life – I have to wonder  ?,

my Dear, what was the real need and who needed

those black clouds you created, and then seeded,

bringing on vicious winds, pounding rain, lightning and thunder

into my life - my heart, my soul and spirit you’ve torn asunder.

 

B. J. “A” 2

August 30^th  2004