Retribution

An unVacated house,
a forced Vacation
he wishes For a Black and white View
Now all he See’s are the greys,
Pointless is his Reality
Deserted are the Streets that defines his existence,
his heart an unfilled hole,
At times,
all he feels is a lack of essence
The Sense of his fateful life
seems Senseless,

The Joys of Belonging
he Longs,
He oftenly
Wonders to the Choices his Father made,
But
if only He could Let his fathers Choices Define him,
See,
he Knew what was To be done
Old enough was every Choice he is to make,
he Lives to a Making he moulds Daily,
When he grew up he wanted to Become whom He was Bound to Be.

Poet Rays?