A Father’s Gentle Descent
Beautiful love, to Rotting Hate
The chains have been broke.
Set free to determine fate-less solidarity.
Now am I truly woke?
When we finally agreed to walk separately.
Like bubonic, years of toxicity.
Only not human fatalities,
But a leak in the heart and soul
Drained next to nothing,
To repair without the proper pieces.
Hearts buried in the shadows creases
Time heals all wounds, even those that are mutual.
Regrets and betrayal, trust now whisked away.
Living loveless and suffering perpetual.
Dying metaphorically from day to day.
Slowly decaying into the eventual.
Portraying hate, to afraid to say.
Erratically speaking the argument ritual.
Ready-ing the weapons of foul play.
Letting go of the love once factual.
A common misconception led astray.
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