X-Ray of a Tortured Soul
The boy smiles as he races
To catch the pop fly
Hit by the Little League coach
Dad where were you?
Why were you only my ride?
Why did you only deride?
Why did you leave me blue?
The boy waves to his dad
And runs to the car
But the topic of catch his dad didn’t broach
The young man smiles up
To the beautiful young lass
And he reaches for her hand to place a ring
Honey what are you doing?
How could you deceive?
I’m begging you please!
Who are you screwing?
But it’s just a rueful memory
To the day that started all this
If he only knew the misery that woman would bring
The man looks up at the screen
To see what has been written
A wizened smile spreading across his face
So who should I count on, You?
A God who inflicts pain?
A God who seems so vain?
I’ll stick to my point of view.
No visibly despairing sign
Outside of many a grey hair
Pay tribute to the misery of this life – this place
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
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