|Four to Midnight
By luizsyphre on 03/10/2017
Soar me as high as wind can,
take my wings to no end....
mistakes I own never to mend,
Dire sins I cannot defend....
ONE mother, unique in her beauty and grace.
an ungrateful child she was to raise...
She wanted for me a better place!
"unconditional love" defended her case!
but the tiny rivers burning on her face...
Set the truth ablaze!
I'm sorry Mom, I should have been a better Son.
TWO dedicated lovers, their love I misplaced...
a nightly back and forth worried pace,
I'd come home drugged up and disgraced!
They wanted no more of my eternal blaze....
Both started with "I need my space",
Eventually...I was replaced,
as our family union they would deface!
I'm sorry ladies, I should have been a better Husband.
THREE real good friends, with me anyplace!
One for all and all for one, we never unlaced!
Musketeering wing men in clubs,
til we were spaced, chased or maced!
We grew apart...displaced, erased.....
"Have one on me, in our favorite place!"
I'm sorry fellas, I should have been a better Friend.
FOUR children for me...My life they showcased!
But I would spend more time suitcased...
They would grow resentment and distaste
for their Dad that barely helped them to be raised....
If I could only retrace your growing pace,
instead of being a toxic waste.....
I'm sorry kids, I should have been a better Dad.
What worse in kin and friends there exists,
you'll never find, I insist!
I've said thy peace, as death I kiss.
With this open wrist,
I'll make it to hell's A-list...
With four to midnight...I won't be missed.
- Luiz Syphre
? By luizsyphre On 3/10/2017 4:15:53 PM