Run in.

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MAGNETO

My chest      aches.....
With the weight of one thousand
Spine crushing burdens.
The kind that seem relentless
In thought
And nature.
Silently protesting passengers
Awaken me at night
Ever pensive
Of next step and how to.
Little room for much else.
They are the nameless
Children,
Bastards;
From another man
Long gone but
Lingering still.
If intent was questionable
The old soul would have awoken
At five, but intent
Has always been pure.
Honest.
Albeit wrong at points.
Cries from hearts growing,
A love unexplored
Now simply waylaid and outgrown
Like a favorite pair of pants.
Beware.
Lies invest in many reputable faces
Commonly preying on misconceptions
Of fact and source
Leaving the strong,
Confused and waiting.
What seemed logical now leaves the heart
Vulnerable to pinpoint pierce
Of misguided honesty.
Time will not run backward
at the sight of briny tears.
Leave time,
And hope
And worry.
Awaken.
You have not lost a son
Estrangement is part of our story
Oddly meaning more
Between ourself than ourselves.
Nothing will ever be fixed.
Life must be lived
And awareness is our only optical plan.
Awareness of one another
Including unbidden passengers
Grief and love alike.
Offer yourself.
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