Father

Father

It’s empty again

I’ve wiggled the plug once more

the bottle has given wing

to blurry shadows of my life.

An unclear childhood mixed

with a manifold of colors

drizzling down my eyes

it’s hard not to know

not to wonder

who fathered this hapless being.

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