Child
Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.
Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.
Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.
The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.
My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.
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Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter
10.26.14
Copyright © Rob Carmack | Year Posted 2014
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