Reaching for the Son
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alisayw
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"Yet I find myself reaching for the sun"
This poem may be a bit of mess too, but maybe that makes it a poem.

Reaching for the Son

You are a broken little boy inside a grown man's body

You are crying but no tears seem to fall

No one taught you it was okay to cry

That your bottled up angry would make you rot from the inside out and eventually, bubble out and leak onto your kids

Your wife

Everyone you claim to love when you’re in a crowd

Yet the story changes behind closed doors

You never got help

So we suffer in the wake of your self-destruction

I’m sorry you got hurt and I wish I could take away your pain

Maybe if I did you’d talk to me more Hug me more Tell me I love you without there being a but…

Maybe you would stop yelling

Calling us stupid because your insecurities were never solved before they became ingrained into your head

Killing you

You are a devastatingly, miserable man dying

You’re lonely

So we have to die with you

Since dying things always want company We became a graveyard for you

We bury ourselves within these moving corpses Our minds decaying under the weight of the dirt

Yet I find myself reaching for the sun I try to remember how I found it so beautiful

I find myself reaching for the son I try to remember how I found him beautiful

The son, a broken little boy inside a grown man's body

You are crying

but only my tears seem to fall

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