Tree of Life

Like the seed of a tree being planted my drunken father planted his. Interwoven with the x and y chromosomes was a predisposition and Miller high life. Wacthing his seedling grow was not enough for him to keep his own life. At the age of 3 the twisted and moss covered tree of his life died. It provided the soil for my soul to grow away from the Son. My dead limbs never tended to by my father and ignored by my mother. I was growing the tree of my fathers dreams. Exciding and shattering his expectations at the age of 15. I was branching out to any light whether black or artificial. My leaves growing , touching and tainting the branches of twisted and moss covered trees just like me.