Why do i cry again, now;
for things i can not forget,
for shame, guilt and regret
and countless expectations not met,
for failing yet again,
for flailing wildly at the wind,
for always being the victim
of the sins of our fathers?
One by one my dreams have crashed,
two by two were my hopes dashed
to the mast i am forever lashed
tormented by what only i hear;
for my siren's song still rings clear
even after all these years
Exiled in his own land
death blow dealt by his own hand
he will die never understanding
but still caring way too much...
10-06-10
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