A Sad Man

Written by: Annalise Brigham

He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His poor children starve for the affection of a busy and distant Father
But by now, they've learned to keep warm hugs only for Mother

With the mindset that he was the spindle of his fine home and firm
Delegation of tasks came easy, and was delivered with shouts and expleties 
Like a dark cloud he'd hover over his staff as they worked
And with no qualms, he'd claim credit for successes
And no one would stand up to him; no one ever dared

Most important in his life was work; he had no genuine friend
His warped mind assured him that no one was his equal in anyway
At home, he planned the weekly meals and dictated where they'd shop
And when a drink at dinner was accidentally spilled
Unforgiveness ruled the home for days 

Toys seized as punishment were never to be seen again
Whether a favorite doll or game, it mattered not; sobs wouldn't break his heart
Clueless was he that in the hours he was away 
His submissive family and servants come alive
And during times when he was at home, it had the feel of a tomb

One Friday night he delayed the staff by working extra late
Then when he called down for his car only to find the driver asleep
His rage overtook his senses and he threw the driver out!
In that instant he sat in the driver's seat hurling insults out loud 
In blinding rain, and fuming with anger, he took the exit ramp at high speed

He never saw the old, blown-out tire coming at him just ahead 
Fate that night made a devastating decision... it was taking back control
In his bedroom today, he lies motionles and sadly, visitors never sit for very long 
Though unable to speak, he's gracious to see, the frolicking birds through his tears 
At times he stares at the lonely hour glass upon the shelf below the window sill
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2/20/13
For Jeremy's "Objectify Me Free Verse" Contest