Rise Above It
A man who lacks a sleep schedule.
In a home that houses not only him
But his very own mother
His daughter who comes equipped with
Her very own mother too
Honey girl rises with the sun and sets with the moon.
Daddy is her best friend.
Somehow, he is always there for her no matter
What time may it be?
For why does not daddy sleep?
She will say one day without a windowed doubt.
He walks
All by himself
Blue jeans, long sleeved shirt, tennis shoes
Fitted hat with a straight pressed bill; seems…
Worn out
Hidden from (and)
Visibly talking to no
One foot in front of the other
He walks
All by himself
At high pace; silently
Casual, rhythmic by stride
Jacketing immersed anxiety
But he seldom is seen
By anyone; in society
And he is always let down.
By everyone, in society
Eyes roll, heads turn
Cupped hands cover lips
Sweet nothings’ whisper
Secret seams; normal
Tag-less numbers label
Issues of social security
Knock-knock
Who’s there?
Phantom shadows of sound
Ringing in his lonesome
Here’s this man
He adores his daughter.
Abides her; hopes of
Something better than, this now
He has an old laptop computer
Pretty much everything
He writes…
Anything connected within
A damned near perfect philosophy
Portentously troubled, menaced by all means
Principals prove morally taxing on him.
Hiding from his own potential
Running to the wind
He becomes dehydrated through strife
Overwhelmed by mourning gloom
Tears seldom form to become drops.
He employs his artificial tears with reckless abandon.
A good gift idea for his daughter…
Two other children miss their father as well.
He has been estranged due to unfortunate circumstances.
Enough baggage to claim life
Even with his complexes
With mint-mental ability
Soul tight kung-fu reflexes
Moral catlike agility
At home, his very own mother
Belittles him amongst siblings
Reputed to be a worthless son and
Dead beat dad
As strangers look him in the face and
Negatively judge…
Eyes roll as their teeth lie…
Normal individuals with
Perfectly normal complexities
Ironically riddled with the same complexity,
Accept his complex
Rationalized by outright awareness
In this society, we all are subject to change.
That’s fancy for lie.
Lie about normal now and again
Today find normal
Just out of arms reach
Tomorrow find perfect
Becoming normal, as equals
Normal is presumed to be a base lined standard.
In the middle
Normal!
For crying out loud!
You’re not normal?
For crying out loud!
Perfect is impossible?
For crying out loud!
Lie about your true self and that you are.
Why?
Normal becomes perfectly inadequate by direct perception
Intentionally designated
It is unlawful to partake in normal activities.
Frowned upon
Too much hype involved with perfection and
The illusions we all are creating.
Illusions that we all create
Equally created in, when
Born into this world without a choice
Thereafter we are gifted with free will
The ultimate inheritance of choice
A perfectly normal, everyday blessing
New life and
A normally imperfect negative latter
In death
Life’s ultimate paradox
The almighty enabler of self doubt and conspicuous minds
Trust that we so freely lend out
In our early years; youth
Trusted belief, inevitably broken
By none other than our dearly beloved
Mom and Dad directly lie to our faces
Brothers’ and sisters’ join in and
Lie… Lie… Lie…
Worse than he had ever imagined as
This innocent trust is top of the line.
An irreplaceable quality of man and
Man strips away belief from man;
Every single perfectly normal day
This man who lives with his mother
And loves his daughter
He will inevitably break her little heart too.
Paper thin differences, as he is only separated by
His conscious awareness of such reality
Dust pools from within his eyes as artificial tears
Are bone dry and money is hard to come by
Poverty drives this man, nearly to the edge…
Suicidal and guilt stricken
He cannot take his pitiful life away
From that little girl
She is the miracle of hope this man needs
One man alone, is incapable of trudging
Through the sands of
This let down life
At least
Not without reason(s) to find his;
The courage to provide
Always and forever,
Hope remains
Within
One of you;
Or maybe two
That
One fine day
He just may
Rise
Above
It
To
Make dreams come true
-6-13-16-
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2016
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