Blue Solitude
Well, my young hero, looks like
we've accomplished it again,
steel ships on dark seas passing,
blown by silent phantom winds.
I glimpsed your peaceful face
as you, in innocence, slept.
More child than man, unaware
of the tears your father's wept.
Your talent gives you power:
you are more than just his son,
he fears you and fears for you,
sweet enigma, conundrum.
The stoic, I fear nothing,
in blue solitude I mourn
my past, my now, my future,
my own self-inflicted scorn.
Reticent, I bang my head,
rhythmic beat I cannot stop,
wry humor at the thought that
just maybe...it will pop.
©Danielle White
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