Author: Emerson Fremming
Voices would interrogate
Then assign alienation leaving me,
Hollow.
He is gone….
The Man.
The Teacher.
The leader.
What shreads were left were for your eyes
Not Mine.
He is now a creature of basic needs
My dad died a long time ago,
But as he clawed at the grave,
I slid into a deep
Dark
Blue
Cave
You idiots, should have considered my side
Thought how was I?
That could have set the clocks forward.
I was nothing, trapped in an empty cage.
The middleman for today’s gossip.
Go ahead ask,
“How is your Dad?”