About a father - aka
“you can replace studying with 0.5-4 hours of thinking about The Character. but watch out”
aka. I wrote a poem about Lloyd in 20 minutes at my university’s poetry society
When I was 10 I let him go
Found my own group of five
Donned my colour for the first time
Then he’s back again after five long years
And I’ve learned more truths than were allowed
Then kindness vanished once again
And he was gone and disavowed
And everyone who ever met him
Refused to remember he was kind
And father I wish that I could see you
Without feeling so lost and blind
Because when I defend your name
I see fragments of you in me
And in the cobwebs on my shelf
They say I’m bathed in shades of green
Lost your hue at ten years old
Your black and purple disavowed
In a lineage of righteous gold
But I always liked your plum shade trim
Wore in my heart and home
So father I keep your name in mine
Even though these days I’m less alone
And often together late at night
My mother showed she understood
She grabbed my hand and held me close
I asked her what was wrong with me
That question made her cry
Your only flaw is that you’re trusting
Don’t apologise for being kind
He is your father he’s part of you
And though not always the best
He’s always loved you and always will
And if he doesn’t there’s none of him left
