A Son's Lost Way Poem by Emmanuel Bannister II

You left me with knowledge of oneself, and yet I feel

lost, to hear your name, breath your essence and

still not to know your presence, I'm told I am in

your image down to the sly corner smile on my face.

And yet, your eyes, your passion, your touch all have

been displaced, I ask to know you and be told your

many tales, And so I see the joy in the deliverer,

the void in my heart swells, I feel your energy so I

know from you there's me, but to see you, to hold you

Heaven or Hell has that boundary.