Guardian

the sun sets early in september,

when you are praised for your age

and I’m reminded that

i will never have that man again.

Father,

where did i go wrong?

the half of you that is

the half of me

stings through

my achievements.

in eager need, 

eventually, you delivered,

seemingly making it

easier to be deceived.

i walk across miles of gravel singularly

sacrificing my souI

for your needs

only to be called selfish.

i refuse to see our similarities.

Father,

you will never amount to her.

yet there is still a place in my heart

to fit my love for you.

Through the Lanes

On the first lane I place my palms

downward face to the grass and relax to

reflect on neglect. 

On the second lane the true midnight blue 

of her silence weeps down towards the curfew

leaving me in wonder.

On the third lane I observe and admire the exposure of discovery;

discovery of my path of exposure I was told

I was not capable of living.

For once in my life I am enclosed by

decisions incapable of being expressed through nature.

To love is to hate and

To hate is to release and

To release is to fail and to fail

is to love once more.