A Son’s Inheritance

 

From a father bent on shame who

gave me the name that associated

itself with much pain.

 

Though shall I dote without hope?

and revel in foolish pride that hath

revealed agony plus want justly

awarded?

 

Oh God I inherited from my old

man, such a gift not warranted but

humbly bestowed upon me it came

shining from the grave.

 

A yearning heart I did acquire

and relentless did I make it proud

to seek fame not shame glued

to my shadow from birth.

 

The darkness often fell upon my

spirit yet crying out from Hell I held

on to what sunshine did offer my

winter hours from an emptiness cast

of steel the bell did toll a forgotten

knell.

 

My heirloom given me like a King

receiving his crown triumphantly

and furrowed brow I cautiously held

it shaking in my hands fearful

for the dread that wore it before me.

 

At the bottom of a mountain my

cradle was rocked among the

sheds where rats and vermin

fed and nightly a raging father

roared with unsuspecting

vicious airy dread.

 

My kingdom among a touch

of hell fell without much pageantry

but instead a ringing in my head

to flee this place of human battles

so severe, yet like a stricken child

I could not run, where to? My world

outside this kingdom pleaded for me

to follow and leave behind my

shadow and find anew.

 

Like a heavy wind I was too bound

and stricken glued by eyes half-open

for I was not yet a man, but dreams

fell upon me and empires fell before

me for you see I was a captive to his

throne and though I felt the thrust to

penetrate him deeply and see the

blood tipped dagger from the other

side of his throat, I did not have the

courage to end this demon’s life.

 

Instead I kept ambitious and with

passion from outsiders and the

passing of time I was freed at last

from this horrid dream and set free

like mornings dew and serpents

transparent skin left to start

anew, the mountain peak I did climb

to not alone and found the world and

all that it did contain, leaving behind

my pain I stepped from the shadows

and the pouring rain bathing and fluttering

upon the vapor of a rainbow sent from

Heaven’s throne.

 

© Copyright 2012 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved

 


Comments

A Son’s Inheritance — 4 Comments

  1. I officially have goosebumps from reading your poetry……. this is fantastic. I especially love the last stanza… brings it all together nicely. This is hauntingly beautiful my dear poet 😉 hugggs

    • Oh thank you again dear poet, it hits a lot of raw nerve within my soul. Very difficult upbringing with abusive men in my young life. I witnessed too much with delicate eyes. It all stayed with me and one never forgets, forgives maybe? but never forgets.

  2. I love the way you pour out your soul in your words. You are a true poet, to be able to undress your heart in expression to others. Great work!

    • I have no other way to do it my friend. Everything just as you say pours out of me. A true poet? a simple man with words to share and express with others. I am among great and gifted talent like yourself and I am truly humbled. Peace and blessings I send to you this day.

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