Poem #231

The road is dark, the steps are heavy.
With each breath you gain more understanding
for his actions, for his addictions.
You look in the mirror and the reflection smiles
saying that you look just like your father.
Every lunatic needs his doomed heir.

8 thoughts on “Poem #231

  1. Excellent work.

  2. Wow, that spoke to me on a deeper level than I was ready for. The last line in particular. Very powerful writing.

  3. Hits deep and hard. Nice!

  4. Wow deep spill. Lovely #loveandink

    1. Thank you šŸ˜Š

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