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Father

never content
or happy

always growing
never stopping

the overwhelming sense
that intoxicates your every move

makes your bones stiff
the nerves confused
 
pupils wide
stomach tighten

makes your spine gasp
as you reach for a hand
thats not there

stops your breath
that could have said something

lips blue
with perspiration
rolling down a face
friendly with the anger
and pain
and sadness
and overused words

that shouldn't even be used
in the first place
Written by justdontask
Published | Edited 7th Apr 2013
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