The Tale of the Good Father

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes I'm blinded by the bright lights 

Which still switch themselves on and off even though my only true love has died

Blinded by risks 

Taken right from the start

From that fateful day in May

When I knelt at The Sunnyside Church

And foolishly gave her my heart

Now after all these years after she died

I just constantly cry

You see 

I found her old black diary and after reading it

My heart is now broken and won't restart

Blinded by the light of how she cheated

Repeatedly

Now I can't sleep

Can't eat

Can't walk

Or talk

Blinded by her bright powerful red sparks 

I should have read the warning signs right from the start

Before that fateful day 

I gave her my heart

But now it's too late and as I lay here on our cold martial bed

Torn apart

I can't find anywhere 

Where our old love used to be parked

So now my soul is screaming inside and out wildly 

Like a blind man 

Searching for the setting Sun

Thinking of all the small things I prayed I should have seen

Said or done

It's painful now I've got to say all my goodbyes 

To all my beloved yesterdays

For my memories of my old love 

Still hurts me in so many twisted ways 

I wake up at three am 

Forever trying to burn them on my memory pyre 

Setting them on fire with hope

Each night before I retire

For true pain is trying to talk to someone who's no longer around

Especially after all their dark secrets you unfortunately found

Do I tell the children

And shatter their childhood and adult lives

Or shall I stay silent

So their love for her survives

I think you can guess the answer 

But why do good men sometimes fall for beautiful liars 

The clever chancers in life who are the embodiment of love in pure motion

One of its many seductive dancers

Some of Life's true necromancers

But that's the throes of Romance

At least I found a divine time of peace when we were married 

In the beautiful form of a twisted true love 

Gentle arms 

Blue eyes and warm hot lips to for year's embrace 

A time I'm burdened to carry 

Even though she's now buried 

A beloved time before she passed over and before I found that diary from hell 

And realised our true love was just me enchanted 

By her beguiling beautiful face and under her spell

I now just stare at the Moon at midnight

Thinking all the way back to when we were just 18

To good old Middleton

Where it all started and we were

From that day never parted

But sitting by this fire and looking at the soft clouds

Moving slowly by

I always wonder

 

Why did her love for me die

Leaving me crying like a broken grieving man

As my inner storms roar like thunder 

Whenever I think of my old lover

 A queen who left me with a beautiful parting gift when she died

A gift-wrapped broken heart from a time 

When I played the role of the good father

When I was younger

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Art by Koymija 

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