lamenting good and bad intentions
Trying to be a devoted Father and secret lover
in one unfolding lifetime's too much already
I'm not prepared for the long ride although I knew the score
these difficult years must soon come to dust; Alcohol
and depression will see to that. The last door
has to stay closed to memories; abandoned
they can howl all they want to gain re-entry
my existence down at heel must be allowed
to lie quietly back in a cotton wool cloud.
The failed effort will finally be laid to rest.