Friday, August 14, 2009

STRANGER THY FATHER

I fear our next encounter; haunted by your sight. Your presence penetrates my heart like a knife. Your not a man but an intruder, forcing your way, judge and juror. Hand down your penalty, much we must take. Abrasions, contusions, are your biggest mistake. Hugs and kisses, only come from jerks, "I LOVE YOU - I'M SORRY", your BANDAIDS don't work. Brute force. Torn at the seams. Dare to move. Dare to scream. Noise not permitted, take, it be silent. Withhold your tears in his judgement. Is there a thin line between DISLIKE and HATE? Can you define where one begins and the other one waits.

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