Running until your heart is raw
And your legs can no longer hold you up
Lie until you loose your jaw
Bleed the excess into a dented tin cup
Understand me
In these intense moments
And copper toned sunsets
My eyes lock on yours
I can see through every movement
Every ruse
And you will never pull loose
Of my iron hands
Whiskey burns in the belly
This chair keeps rocking steady
Back, Forth
Back, Forth
Smoke seeps heavy from my cracked maw
And your crooked smile watches the parade
From my face
Dad…
From my face
Cold eyes
Bloody color
Pale pallor all my own
I love your hate
Ice traps
And the judgments you make
On my behalf
For your sake
Dust fractures the golden light in this room
The boards creak under the weight of our stares
Hard gazes act as the bridge over a tomb
Who’s gonna break first
It remains to be seen who’ll burst
And end up face down in blood, in the dirt
Welcome to hell you smile
And I tip my black hat to you
Good luck old man
We’re gonna be here for a long long while
Face to face
Truth to truth
Just like me,
Just like you...
Author notes
This ones about my Dad... it's kind of got a western feel, you feel it???
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I love this poem, its deep but simple, an seems to extroardinarily showcase you and your dads unique relationship
