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Untitled Poem
by James Logan Howlett
jameslogan_theninja_master@yahoo.com
Drops of red fall down his face as he try to clear away his past,
Sins of the father revisited on the son, coming to haunt them.
Caught unawares, the son bears the cross of the father he loved so well,
The one he never knew.
Always here but never near, the father lost in dreams,
Haunted by memories so much that he had to find a way to come clean.
In the end, the son becomes the whipping boy, suffering dearly for his love,
Healing him, cleansing him, hating him.
Tears of blood fall down his face as he weeps in despair,
The pain of the son, revisited on the father, their memories making them become one.