LEGACY OF PAIN
I don't believe in "happily ever after."
God knows I'd just be thrilled to smile today;
Or look to your eyes and catch a glimpse of laughter
Before this moment, like all others, slips away.
If I opened up my heart you'd see the sorrow
A condemned man forever must forbear,
From a destiny I haphazardly harrow
Through the channels of frustration and despair.
But Silence, like a golden ball, surrounds me
As I'm muted to the world I walk within;
While all the feelings I've harbored, if achingly,
Alas, are lost much to my own chagrin.
As I follow the unseen path set before me,
In the footsteps my father long ago tread;
I can't help but feel I'm just a facsimile,
Somehow walking among the living, dead.
And I cringe to think my son, one day, might follow
Down the dark and lowly pathway of our plight.
To find himself, a man bereft and hollow;
All emotion contrived, all actions trite.
So it's but the will of the words that carry me -
The words my dad shared with me, if in vain.
"My son, never forsake your family."
But, God, how do I save him from this pain?
But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.
[This message has been edited by Michael (02-04-2002 06:39 AM).]