my thoughts are silent, <br />my breaths slow and deep. <br />my look makes you think.... violent, <br />but your look... makes me weep. <br /> <br />but i dont weep for you, <br />but you weep for me. <br />the tunnel ive made it through, <br />the tunnel you cant even see. <br /> <br />my strength i get from my mother, <br />your weakness i did not take. <br />i try and pass it to my brother, <br />to him your a hero, to me your a fake. <br /> <br />he is too young now, <br />too young to see who you are. <br />to you he may bow, <br />but youll soon seem so far. <br /> <br />your good qualities lost, <br />my good qualities shine. <br />your feelings hes almost tossed, <br />and mine he follows like a vine. <br /> <br />soon he'll be like me, <br />youll love him but youll hate him. <br />like me he'll make you see, <br />it is you who made life dim. <br /> <br />i am not mad you, <br />nor is my bother. <br />i love you too, <br />but our strength comes from our mother, <br />and that you did yourself.<br /><br />Eric Karns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-figure-3/
