What’s the point?
I sit here trying to decipher
Your message or lack there
Of as if it is the dead
Sea scrolls. I seek advice
From those well versed in
Being human… forgetting
I should maybe consult
Others with understanding
Of madness and trauma. They
Are equally unhelpful to
Clear the road block of
Your reasoning to my mind
And or heart.
What was the point? Why
Come here? Why haunt me?
Why squash or extricate me from
My possible enjoyment if
It would come to no
Confluence?
If you had walked straight up
To me and you and your
Wife had pummeled me
Til I bled consumed by your
Anger and lack of control …
Over me, that might have
Provided more answers.
What was the point? Why
Keep me limbo? Why
Play hard to get or cat and
Mouse with my soul and
Footsteps? Why be close
Enough to smell?
If you came here to gain
Knowledge why not release
Me to do the same. If you
Were here to talk, where
Were your words? If you came here
To be my father then
Why do you look nothing
Like him. No dark curly-ish
Hair, no humorous tie, no
Sparkly cufflinks, no face
I recognise. Just a hunched
Old man, with a yellow
Face and a tiny brunette
Replica wife.
Who are you? Why are you
Here? And what’s the
Point?
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