ash enslow

(july 16th,1982 / Monterey, Ca)

Absence of Father

Father, I do not hear your words
As in quiet space and black nightI am.
Where is your discipline?
Gone non-existent.

Father, I do not see your love.
A vagabond heartless, lacking warmth I am.
Your creation, broken shattered.

Father, I do not feel your tenderness.
As in whiteness of coarse rock, rejected I am.
The rain falls, limestone crumbled.

Father, I do not smell your maleness.
The 'Oldspice' of a substitute, a product of such I am.
A surrogate on trial, imposter unreal.

Father, where is your strength?
It was used up for I am.
You gave it away.
The spawn of your existence,
The seed of your lineage.
Who are you?
To me nothing.

Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011

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