where
I sit now
there
is no roofover my head
only the faint sound
of traffic in the distance
trying to trust
this self again
after the mess
threw everything
everywhere
can finally
admit his head
finally on straight
had to be completed
with a signature style
nothing anyone
can do when they
are not told
all the facts
nothing concluded
father worries
and says he is here
to help
in anyway he can
I know this to be true
miss my father too
watch the boys call him
PAPA
nothing concluded
as stars shine down
only eight miles
away knew when
eye arrived
where eye am
supposed to be…
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