Father, I am not your son,
Not now not anymore,
I have moved on,
Through this solitary door.
Lost amidst choices made,
I no longer decide,
Wish to gradually fade,
But there is no place to hide.
So unfaithful is my gratitude,
For all the gifts you bestowed,
And the selfless love and fortitude,
Those dreams I never followed.
Oft I speculate,
Why are we the way we are,
And I fail to relate,
Why we remain so afar.
I can be a mere stain,
To an existence so pure,
Unwashed by the rain,
Diseased without a cure.
I linger for there is no choice,
Aimless flights to redemption,
Never am I a reason to rejoice,
Survive as I may in oblivion.
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