24 and counting
24 And Counting: 70 Lines
I'm not 29 yet, but I will be soon,
Counting the days as they slowly pass by in June,
I haven't seen you in almost 24 years and hate fills my heart,
From waht you have done to my mother from the start,
My first reaction is to knock the hell out of you,
Make you feel every ounce of pain you put my mother through,
Then make you see as you look into my eyes,
The pain you have caused and vengeance without reprise,
You, YES YOU! The man I've known as my father,
A piece of patheticness that seems to drift farther and farther,
I have tried to move on for what you have done,
And hoped that one day I would be proud to be your son,
But like a woman raped and left for dead,
So do i feel in my heart instead,
I was told to give it to the great one, my heavy burden,
Perhaps Ill throw it at the great one a hurlin,
But whether I give it to the great one or not my issue is with you,
Fist clenched I have a heated rage waiting to be unleashed in you,
And whats worse is I am a lover and not a fighter,
I'd rather chase women than break every bone in you tighter,
But a heat of rage still dwells in me,
It fills my heart and unease's me,
I pray that after I've hit you and my rage is won,
I can dig deep under that someone,
Who is first me the little boy,
Who lost his father long before he had no toys,
And dig even deeper to find out you,
To see what it is that made you so untrue,
And so evil to my mother who did you no wrong,
Though in her heart she never loved you all along,
Are we done pen? Have I spoken what was in my heart?
What? No? More within me floating apart?
I'll say some more then and address it to you,
So that you know that when I'm finished I'm through,
You son has a brother and he too has hate,
Though maybe not as strong as mine is fate,
And unlike me he is swifter to the blow,
And can strike you down harder than a kick can slow,
Yet I doubt he has as much in himself as he does in me,
To strike you down regardless if you are our daddy,
Oh and by the way "this son" oh yes me,
Graduated in film you see,
Is on his way to being his own version of KING,
And for your sake he better not catch you in the ring,
Has struggled in ways in which you cannot comprehend or understand,
And is here to tell you that through it all he can withstand,
He can withstand you beating on him, his brother AND his mother,
He can withstand no father figure unlike any other,
He can withstand his mother becoming a horrific alcoholic,
Which often turned her behavior rather animalic,
He can withstand every fathers day with no man to look to,
He can withstand no one to teach him about women and life and what he should do,
He can withstand being a foster child not once, but twice,
He can withstand seeing his brother nearly paying the ultimate sacrifice,
He can withstand growing up in a world of pain,
He can withstand this weather sunny or rain,
He can withstand homelessness for he felt that too,
And when it counted most could not depend on you,
He can withstand it all to be where he is,
And its a shame you had no part in this showbiz,
But it doesn't matter now for in his eyes he must move on, overcome,
HE is me thus, in sum,
I think my friend, soul mate of the hand,
The pen, has said enough for all to understand,
And so exhausted of thought and reprieve,
Its time to break, end, recollect, retrieve....
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