Your steps I follow
My feet sink in the sand
. .and through my toes
the blood red of my future merges with your past
As far as I see there is no glimmer, only the darkness of your scowl
that guides me in my search for your acceptance
Nor a hint of hope or word of praise as I struggle to make my way
through the quagmire of your despair
I must be shackled to your shadow and I cannot break free
All I ask is for a chance to make this future mine, but your testament
to the past will remain the reality of my future
In the eyes of a young child, I now see how afraid I was
I’m sorry dad, but I cannot find your smile.
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