Fatherhood.

Crying shameful, stabbing

deep, 

Twisting the blade, unable

to sleep, 

Pray to God don't let me

weep...

Judgment, harsh, lingering

pain, 

Those little eyes that kept

me sane, 

Broken shards as it feeds

the pain...

Treasure still, they'll never

know why, 

Alone, reality, take my shame

and die, 

Cradled by nothing, knees

to face, I cry... 

Worked til I bled, facing

down the storm, 

A billion they swarm, but

its' the small things that

kill, 

Taken by surprise, alone

to swallow this bitter

pill... 

Weeping silent, alone, 

sitting still...

No friends, no family, no

eyes upon the tragedy,

None to witness that sacrifice,

Just judgment of their Mom's

device... 

Perhaps its' all I deserve,

A space in hell held on special

reserve,

Good intentions as they say, 

Forward, prolonged, and lead

the way,

Spread the word of my own

decay,

No longer the source of their

shame and dismay...

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

04/30/2013