metamorphosis

the sin of the father

the uncertainties
are spilling over 
now that the nightmare
is envisioned

I expected love...

the sound shapes
the silent muttering
of my unused sanity
still heightens
my understanding

the tracks of the
once walled souls
now belong to the wind,
soundless, as
it leaves the ground

snatched back
from seemingly endless
vigor, the children
are swindled.

the truth fell
between the cracks
where my father
has fallen