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Father No Longer
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2021-07-09
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Father seems like just a figment
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of my imagination, a decade
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of watching my feelings for him fade away,
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of wondering where the bond between us went.
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For I remember in the summer days
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of longing, how he caught me writing poetry
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about my first love, who'd cheated on me,
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and flew into a rage
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and took away my phone and severed me from my friends
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until I knelt at his feet and promised him my verses would end.
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But nowadays I spend my time
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letting freely flow my Muse's rhymes
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without the fear of his censorship
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forcing me to choose between "death" and "quit".
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Oh, I repeat myself. Both are the same.
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How could I ever try to tame
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the ocean's tides
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that churn inside,
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to quell the life
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I've built
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brick
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by brick
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all for myself?
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You heard my cry. You answered the call.
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And you understood how enthralled
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I am with words, and how I must oblige
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the beating world that churns inside.
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Father and I could never see eye-to-eye.
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He could never convince me why I should deny
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my feelings, my yearnings for a new world,
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to silence my soul and let greatness pass by.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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