The empty nest syndrome

 

Looking up, into the skies, clouds form

an empty nest, it becomes the norm.

I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!

Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.

 

It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,

yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife

as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,

into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear

 

into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,

to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold

of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold

her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,

 

this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole, demented, who’s light is so dim,

shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss

from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –

from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,

 

thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,

this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck

who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck

because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,

 

her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.

In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,

again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !

It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,

 

trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free

as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be

a woman, on her own – in the right hands -  that I might see

come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !

 

B. J. “A ” 2

October 2^nd 2004