A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.
When I look in the mirror.
What do I see?
Have I become what I despised all my life?
I have my father eyes.
Now I know my father pain.
Have my eyes become cold?
Violence and anger my strength?
Each day I learn loss.
Loss of dreams and desire.
Kindness and gentleness forgotten.
I follow my father path to war.
I did what he did.
Now I talk to dead friends lost to war in a self-made hell.
Will I become like my father?
Showing passion and emotion when I’m violence or aroused.
Can I stop my journey to adulthood?
Can I find the path to gentleness and love?
Have I traveled too far?
Is the blood too strong?
Am I destine to hurt everyone I have loved?
My father hatred.
Is it my anger too?
Am I free to choose my journey?
If I choose my old road.
Why did I follow my father sadness.