Little lies that keep adding up
The power trips he takes
At my expense
Advantages without my knowledge
Without my consent.
that wrap themselves together tightly
tied like bundles of newspapers
for recycling that comes
Wednesdays with the big green truck
the dogs bark at.
Unconscious, unaware, uninformed
Intentionally blind not wanting to know
Too afraid to comprehend
Paralysis setting in
Advantages I toss away…
Without payment, without please,
Without permission, without thanks
placed in my subconscious daily
like on a shelf
stacked one upon the other
To be remembered and understood when I am older
when I have time for contemplation…
The divide begins……..then grows wider
The void becomes a chasm
Too wide to be traversed.
The switch moves up, the light comes on
The pills get tossed
I pick up my son
and walk out of his Father’s life for good.
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