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dabest
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A Bleeding Sun
Where streams of strict obedience
beholden in broken hands
of quiet passion run
through cracked fingers
once curled into warm palms
of a father's love
neither floats nor lingers
hardened feet breaking the backs of leaves
tinted orange---from where
the Sun's rays hath weaved
on strong shoulders he heaves
the heavy burden of perfection
under heavy rain
he sees---the dampened voice
of his somber reflection.
What do you think? I am seventeen years old and basically wrote about my feeings towards my parents. I resent the fact that it seems like he pushes me towards prefection. Have to be perfect in school, outside of school, it is complicated. I know he cares and his heart is in the right place..he has the right intentions..he is just misguided.
Where streams of strict obedience
beholden in broken hands
of quiet passion run
through cracked fingers
once curled into warm palms
of a father's love
neither floats nor lingers
hardened feet breaking the backs of leaves
tinted orange---from where
the Sun's rays hath weaved
on strong shoulders he heaves
the heavy burden of perfection
under heavy rain
he sees---the dampened voice
of his somber reflection.
What do you think? I am seventeen years old and basically wrote about my feeings towards my parents. I resent the fact that it seems like he pushes me towards prefection. Have to be perfect in school, outside of school, it is complicated. I know he cares and his heart is in the right place..he has the right intentions..he is just misguided.
