Remnants of My Father

Once standing tall
The mast of an invincible ship
Reliable as sturdy timber
How have you rotted!

Your brain had changed,
but your thoughts had not
History had changed,
but you had not

Sinking beneath
the dust of history
You wander in a daze
Panicked and confused

Sailing on a sinking ship to oblivion
Mistaking gulls for the angel of death
Blind to the sharp rocks ahead

Demons of your own making
Must they torture us as well?
The ghosts that haunt you are not yet dead
Leave them alone well enough

Traveling rudderless
through a sea of madness
Towards an uncertain twilight

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