Rusted Dream Poet Free verse

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

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Kim Van Breda August 18, 2013 at 6:32 AM Amazing tribute written to a Father. I know how important a Father figure is in a family--often their responsibilities are overwhelming. Glad I stopped by to read your poem.