Fur/a/ther

I built walls of anger with bricks n tricks

I climbed down without a ladder n an empty bladder

For you took the piss and left me discarded

Disregarded, my future none of your business

But this is my present and it ain’t no gift

It’s a rift between a dark past and a bright future

A creature of habit that haunts my dreams

So,

Like steam I evaporate within airs of tension

With intention to change my egos narrative

For, it’s relative, particularly with a father

Who’s further away from times I cherish

Thus,

You and I perish and I sit with this anger

A stranger and his legacy is all that remains