Casualty Of Circumstance
I tarnished your evil desire to hate me before the saints of steel
I knew your skeletons were about to blossom from the dirt
A garden of unkept secrets kept the anguish alive
Trapped in an inferno of your own transgressions you tried to extinguish the pain by blaming me
I never engage with wounded prey
You despised what I have become and continue to transcend into
I am not the same boy you used to know
With respect I must decline your invitation
To still pity you after all these years aches with insanity but heals with accomplishment.
The bitterness you inhale
It’s a toxic paradox trapping us both in a game neither of us know who started
I refuse to keep watching over you
Playing the mother to a childless soul hurt more than pretending everything was fine
I had to be the father I never knew to a son who was a casualty of circumstance
You may have put me in your thoughts but I was never really in your prayers.
Yes I miss the days when there still was this idea of normal for you
That was never the objective when it came to me
Why am I always the survivor?
I stopped asking that question when you finally admitted your failures
You now and always will have me to look at as a casualty of circumstance.
© 2018 Randle Allshouse Jr.