Wedge In My Soul
What am I doing here
I should be with my son
Being a father, being there
You've taken the father away from the son
You dictate the fatherhood
You have / are now shaping and sizing
Controlling my future and destiny
My future and destiny is with my son
My flesh and blood, in it.
Long as he is alive- he affects the
course of my future and destiny
whether he loves me or hates me
he claims my life
this distance - wedges pain in my soul
my son is a matter of my soul
not just my life, my heart, my love or even my mind
he's my soul
you are turning him against me
whether deliberate or not, he is changing
he's maturity is being prematurely accelerated
which is unfair to his infanthood.
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