The Deepest Roots

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

How much is forsaken,
How much is forgotten,
How much is forever_denied?

After years go by
In the blink of an eye
Will you regret all those times you lied?

Chastity, purity
Painted on like an obscenity,
Darkness lurks beneath the portrait's edge.

So carefully controlled, and
Deviously cajoled,
I never realized my disadvantage.

All the things I learned,
All the things you burned,
So carefully into my impressionable mind

Suddenly seem less than real,
And I can't help but feel
My life was left somewhere behind.

Over the years I have built
Inside myself a wall of guilt,
Ignoring things you taught me caused me shame.

Now, I just don't know,
After the truth I've been shown
Maybe I'm just living up to the family name.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The Home at Quiet Acre
by: John Williams
from: Victor Harbor, South Australia, Australia

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