Chopin Prelude Number 13
The pretext to context—
I’m not supposed to be here:
That’s what my father told me.
But here i am, dropping a tear.
Now, quit my next job,
As brother suffers the same.
How do i talk with you
To get out of this game?
i had a true love;
i failed her so bad;
Now i have a daughter—
Damn, how can I do ‘Dad?’
Pallbeared in Marble Falls,
A family ripped apart,
I can’t do this any more
With this ignorant heart.
Brother, thankfully, didn’t die,
Though anger rules his house.
I’d love to be of help,
But he only sees another louse.
So i put down these lines
To see where can I go—
Can we really ever help?
No? Yeah, I suppose I should know.
But here i am, dropping a tear.
Posted on September 7, 2015, in Poem and tagged anger, aspire to be of some use, brotherhood, death, family strife, father hood, heart, heart attack, help, Ignorance, ineptitude, lost, offer help, tear, unresolved, uselessness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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