Fatigued
There’s something I see in my father
That no one else seems to see,
Like a blindness to what’s truly good: He is strong.
But I hope to be stronger in the morning,
Rather than the evening
Though the days feel the same
At times I feel he is my only friend
He is funny, but that’s a cover
He is intellectual, which may be his greatest fault
He is wise, but only afterwards
He wakes up after a long sleep
Like every other man should do,
He looks in the mirror,
The only object that see’s who he really is,
With a certain dissatisfaction in his eyes
Like every other man has done
The debris, the wreckage, the wasted
It’s worn him inside and out
He’s bleary, he’s fatigued,
He’s just tired
Tired of feeling the way he does
Tired of the mistakes he’s made
Like every other man is
He needs a woman that understands, somebody:
That can swim down and pull him from the waters
That can warm his bed and wash his sheets
That can make him laugh and make him cry
That can love him for his flaws
That can love him for who he is
That can even the evening skies because
Nobody deserves to be alone
With only their reflection
Knowing who they really are
That sort of thing can kill a man
I know because I feel that way
And I’m only 21 years of age
What will 30 more do for me?
…I hope, at least,
That before the night
He will watch the sun set
In happiness…
July 28th, 2013
Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013
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