Breaking the cycle

Son of a father who

Never hug me

Never said, son I love you

Yeah, you taught me how to pitch

And all the basic of baseball

But still I can recall

The day you were getting high

Right in front of my face

Must have thought I was

Asleep but I wasn’t

Witnessing every sniff of the

Powder every hale of the

Cigarette you took witnessing

Your every intoxicating moment

Killing yourself with the poison

Which turned you in to a zombie

And a stranger to your children

Now a man – father, I fully

Understand the ills of society

Burden on you that

Emasculated you mentally

Debilitated you emotional

I see that this begun before you

Not knowing how to express your love

Because it wasn’t express

To you

From drugs to hail

I did the same as you

As a child

Now grown I can see then

How I was affected

From the neglecting of your love

As a child

Where does this cycle ends

As a fatherless child?

Sean H.B

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