an old dusty drawer full of birdsong
An old dusty drawer full of birdsong
A haven when the axe was at your neck
When he created and then fed on your misery
Was sanctuary a degree to cold to contemplate
I spent time in the cave of your construction
As a child you’d smile and let me bask and play
Until the energy changed and the laws of rule altered
And sanctimonious looks rippled out as if rain
I never understood why he was that way
Why he had no words or even time for me
I think he realised I could see his true form
And that he could try but couldn’t run from me
And then you passed and he didn’t change
He just carried on draining all from everyone
Still no words or time for me his grandson
To this day, to him, I don’t know what I’ve done
(2013)
he was a mean grandfather,father and husband. I never heard a nice word said about him.
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