Forever wandering
The prodigal son
Never good enough
Just looked down upon
Doesn't have the same beliefs
Therefore he is outcast
Always struggling with the present
Always coping with the past
Never anyone to turn to
Alone he always stands
The only way he knows to do things
Is with his own two hands
He tries to trust, he tries to love
And always ends up broken
Family ties are the noose that hangs
Or so it's now been spoken
Home is a place that's dark and quiet
No family members involved
There's no judgements tossed around
All family ties dissolved
Acceptance sits upon the mantle
Pride and joy are on the shelf
The prodigal son you've read about is me
And I handle things myself
Author notes
Reality has to set in sometime
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm definitely the black sheep of my family so I can relate to this. This is an excellent write. This is so sad. From what I know of you on here, you are a really cool guy, and you deserve better. I wish you the best. Take care, man.
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Aloneness. I'm here posted up on the wall if ever you need, that's the least I can do after all of these years.
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Oh honey... it breaks my heart to read about this from your hands. I've known how you feel a while but it makes me sad all the same
I don't know much what to say. Just that I adore you
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Thanks hun
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