so it took years,
a slow decline of nature and nurture,
for life to finally cave in.
and now the roof is gone,
he can no longer stand.
he’s a fallen man,
a fallen man with nothing left.
can he start again?
can he rebuild everything?
is he strong enough?
am i strong enough?
can i watch him?
can i help him?
is it worth losing myself?
i watch as it all falls down,
and i’m suddenly afraid.
what if this is my future?
my life?
is this my so-called crystal ball?
i’m his spitting image…
i’m his own blood…
can history repeat itself?
can lighting strike twice?
can ‘homeless’ hit even closer to home?
Tags: divorce, family, father, foreclosure, future, homeless, prediction
