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