Andrus Cassian Poet Narrative

Blank Expression

Blank, another blank confession
Is it really a confession? 
This cop has a hint of doubt in his eyes
It’s not hard to tell
I’ve seen this expression in the face of my friends
I guess I’ve never really been the type to be figured out
Not since my father… (Sigh)  what of my father…
Forget I said anything
Mike, more like dink ha-ha
I only joke; he’s a good friend of mine though it’s only been a short time
I’ve tried to keep him out of harm’s way along with his sister, Marie
But the more I try to protect them
The more I condemn them to pain, condemn them to suffer
At the hands of their emotions 
At the backhand of a drug dealer who never really knew how to defend himself
Cause now he receives the work of a slave
First, under his father’s watch and now under his brother’s
But I admit, they both should share a prison cell like they shared meth
They poisoned a potential girlfriend, the dear sister of my good friend
Something I could never forgive but don’t forgive me
Just have pity on me
I’m not a common criminal, just an uncommon vigilante
I’ve been on the run for years
Escaping my past only because I can still feel the sting of hurt
Feel the sting of my past constantly haunting me
Everywhere I go; it’s the same old story…
I wonder how many people have I hurt
I wonder how many lives have I improved
I wonder how many people miss me
I wonder how many people are trying to contact me…
I wonder…I wonder if my father is alright

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