Watch Son
Oh hero, you said you weren't one. I know all the lies that you have told so well,
but this one is the worst,
for you told it with a fear.
Please come home, it's been so long,
your body is surely gone.
Six feet under the ground, I wish you still to be strong.
I remember your flighty feet, running about the town,
but here without you I must raise,
your flighty-footed little boy.
She brought him to me crying,
rejecting her only son, said she could not see his familiar face
and raise him all alone.
I took him in to save him, and also save myself.
I am the father of your son, and to him I am nobody else.
I tell him all the stories, even though he does not understand.
He is young and happy to deflect my old and sad.
Please believe me when I say, I know you are not dead.
That may not be true in this world,
but very true inside my head.
The little boy is always saying things he should not know,
he is far too much like you,
gaining knowledge everywhere he goes.
I do not know the reason, I cannot see why,
but it is in his genes and you are known far and wide.
I am scared for his future,
far beyond his dreams,
I don't want him to fulfill your doomed legacy.
I treasure him with my heart, as I do treasure you.
But I want him to be happy, and not splattered blood like you.
All I have to offer is one lingering order
"Watch son", this is your father's suicide,
please don't end up the second one.