FATHER

Father....shallow hopes with empty shells
eventually slick from grainy hells
I amazed you can wash away
the pain, the hate
with forceful waves

Rather, left in the wet, under the sun
Open to nature to drown and burn
Yes, he abandoned his ship and crew
to blindly travel his lone canoe.

While he drunkedly navigates his storms alone
We blanket our life with shallow hope
A place to begin and grow.

--Diva