borne along a dark tide of alcoholism
and violence, abuse and shame.
I’ve inherited things I wish not
to pass along to my daughter,
as daunting as it is to suppress
or better yet heal from the fissures.
I cannot keep pretending that the years of my youth
have not long affected me in heart, soul and spirit.
It broke my heart, it broke my body later on,
It changed my perspective and made everyday hungry
I’ve inherited things I wish not
to pass along to my daughter,
as daunting as it is to suppress
or better yet heal from the fissures.
I cannot keep pretending that the years of my youth
have not long affected me in heart, soul and spirit.
It broke my heart, it broke my body later on,
It changed my perspective and made everyday hungry
and hard as coffin nails.
With the heart of a wayward poet
the comedy of a existentialist,
the philosophy of a prisoner,
and the happiness of a doting dad
I persist in passion and sacrifice.
With the heart of a wayward poet
the comedy of a existentialist,
the philosophy of a prisoner,
and the happiness of a doting dad
I persist in passion and sacrifice.