Father And Son Poem by Brian Freeman

Home is no longer where the heart is.

Home is where the soft-core pain is.

The hurt you feel from a loved one.

The see-through stare the father gives the child when he gazes upon his creation and doesn't see what he thought he would.

Maybe he should look inward, instead; he wouldn't like what he'd find.

He's shiver upon the reflection of an unaccomplished soul. A spirit without potential in a permanent state of inertia.

And so the son goes off like the coming of dusk.

His eyes look inward.
He see's the light in his vessel scurrying about in an endless curiosity. Rapidly touching the corners of fate, the sun chases after his soul-lit destiny on an inveterate quest for answers.

The father's light stays placed on a mountain of immovable pride.
What a shame he won't look inward. Outward sights of posterity torment him feverishly.

What a shame how far the son is away from him. Look at him run, a champion in the lane of hope.
My bet is he won't stop until he catches the flame of Prometheus!

The son on a t after following the orders of the father.
'They know not what they do! ' The son exclaims to the children, pleading to his father for forgiveness. The unseen parent will only grant it after the son perishes.

The light of the world cannot escape the creator of all, but the other sun is still running while the father is still waiting on the mountain for his child to rescue him.

He's going to have to climb down himself.

The son will reach his peak on a long, sloped hill of trial and tested faith. He climbs the mountain like an angel without wings on an odyssey back to heaven.

He can see the father from a distance, stuck on his promontory, eyes to the ground. He looks as if he's missing someone he hasn't seen, and won't see, for a very long time.