humbled disposition <br />a perspective inspired of <br />weakened knees and misdirected <br />faces of truth forgotten in <br />young eyes long since shed <br />in an old gaze <br />sacrifice is rendered empty <br />consequence beguiled moot <br />fury withheld unquestionably <br />by strength that knows no child <br />morose are words unspoken <br />when conveyance is cheated <br />by condescension of blind focus <br />as unconscious grievance heeds <br />not actions scrutinized but heart <br />that flows not one self-obliging drop <br />as a minute undoes all <br />forgiveness beckons fangs <br />reassurance bleeds us dry<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-may-i/
