Father

My father was not a bad man, but he was a lost one. Spent a lifetime battling demons of his mind. Floating in and out of lives, one day there and another gone.

Existing in some place between reality and a dream. Never over the mistakes constantly made, yet never being able to make a change. Unable to become more, to be anything in which for a child to believe.

Mind takes a toll on the body over time. Wasting away both brings a man to a place he cannot return. Past moments spent alone, no kind words, or love before he died.

Spent my life running from the ghost he became. Trying to prove, to myself, I was better than who he was. Yet as my sight grows dim, as the days grow silent and empty, I have come to understand...I am the same.