Poetry from Xavier Womack

inheritance

i see you, my child

taking after your father.

the way he yearns

to care for everything

except his own mind.

all you wish is to 

be loved the way

that you love the world.

the way your heart moves

is a cry for help

i watch your eye twitch

just like your dad’s

when he is locking away

his own mind into his

own form of purgatory.

he is jailed, sealed

away from the warmth

he desperately needs.

i love you, my child.

let your soul roam

free into all the wonders

this world can offer.

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