By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
Who is this stranger that speaks to me?
He’s but another face in the crowd
A scar to me on humanity
It’s been years void of your love and affection
Lucid dreams of my father
What is he like? What did he do?
But violence consumed you
Liquid spirits consumed your thoughts
Influenced by powered demons up your nose
I speak to you today
A better man
A righteous man
Hunted by the ghost of the past
Hardened by the absence of your fatherly strength
You disappeared from our life
From me
From us
Was it tough times?
Young making difficult decisions
Your thoughts unclear
You attacked us
You hurt me
For years I cried for my fathers love
For years I ached for your acceptance
For years a young child needed the answers to a million questions
Over time my demons have passed
I have learned
I have matured
I have loved
I have forgiven
All without my father
Nortoria
November 11, 2008 at 11:48 pm
I can somewhat feel you on that, even though my father was around during my youth in a sense he wasn’t. Now days he is still not in that same sense because he consumes so much alcohol that its he does. He is a different person when possessed by those liquid demons, a person I don’t know, and a person I choose not to associate with. As a sober man, he is a great person with a good heart. But with that demon in him I would rather not be around him so he is absent in a sense.