PROSPECTING FOR GOLD

PROSPECTING FOR GOLD

Look into his eyes.

Do you see a sadness

that's hard to disguise

trapped in his family's madness.

For him memories will be

like prospecting for gold.

Nothing sparkling will he see,

just silt and stones covered in mould.

He carries a weight round with him

that grows heavier with each year.

Family love goes by a pseudonym.

Choose from control, rule, power or fear.

A father who's never there.

He won't protect him.

Too busy with his next affair.

A family man on a whim.

But this boy's eyes will light up.

He will find love and live it.

He will get to share a loving cup.

To his fate he will not submit.

How easily I find I can occupy

that sixteen year old's head.

All his experiences will come to justify

that love waits for him, it is not dead.