Utopian Family Matters
The first-born birth is celebrated.
Henceforth the father’s flame is ignited,
While mother’s strings are deeply implanted.
Father’s smoke leeches the air from his own child,
For he is born with no breath,
Thus, thrown into the breathing box for a time.
To put it simply, he was born to survive.
After a bout with the devil’s insanity,
The social service summoned their authority
To take the child—stolen in the mental’s eyes,
Though witnesses would say otherwise.
Despite them portraying the flawless family mirror,
Within which, the SS saw through the tiny dysfunctional crack.
Since then, 5 years passed with their 2nd chance,
Where mother won the right to raise.
Seemingly, returning to the original state, being praised,
Yet within this victory— something festered, unawares,
For soon another event will bring its hammer down,
Causing the irreparable blight of this utopian family.
This union will deteriorate into dust,
Fragmenting into all that is null and void
Filled with the stripes of flame from the ache
Of delirium of hollow security and belonging.
His world, now struck with thunder.
Fear emerged out of this lone survivor.
The Hellish demons will be unleashed
Copyright © David Ferguson | Year Posted 2017
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