Thick Pools of sanity
Filling and red
Repeating and splintering, conquering this head.
So you fasten up that top button dad, may your cast shadow appear best,
Beating thumping, is my heart
In this cave I call my chest.
High on the wall is my father
Towering down, his face, very bleak
Dont cry anymore, we laugh at it now
War never finished you,
The cancer turned you weak.
A picture thats too big for my eyes
Blackened red right there on frame
Rips and peeling fills up the cracks
Stunned in the face, as he follows my back.
Feeling so un-worthy, unable to look at you
As your encased in that wooden frame
Dad, Im sorry I failed you
Was not you, it was me to blame.
Hung up high, watching over us
It was mothers idea to keep you there
You told me I was to be soldier too
In that fatigue I never got to wear.
For it is the un-touched memory, lingering in your hall
That every passing companion attempts to avoid
Pinned up tightly, held smack straight against, that peeled boxed in wall.
Blank smirk that drives you to insanity
Leaves you cowering everytime
Brave officer-bearing medals
Chunks crumbling off fade pine.
Charming gentlemen leading the spitfire
The keeper of a neatly pressed fatigue
A mysterious kept-in line soldier
Amongst the men who always believed.
3 medals of honour pinned to your top pocket
Serious character starring the picture
Sinister picture I wonder too with every passing hour,
The memory spelled out in sepia, I held a fixture.
