Like Father, Like Son

What's worse than to be a miserable failure after another?
Live life in love with one's self instead of some other
than you, which is what I've always loved.
My lips are tied onto words I wish I never spoke,
because they took me somewhere down under without any rope.
What's worse than to lose all of your hope?
Knowing deep inside of you, there is an underground
seeking out for the loss and the pain in sounds.
And so it begins;

Dear Dad,
It's been far too long since you've been gone,
frankly, these words may trip and may sound wrong.
I harbor too much and sink much too often
the love of my life is often wrong and
maybe you were right,
but that's a story for another time.

Dear Dad,
Things are just the same since you left,
more pain in my chest, and weight in my head
but nevertheless we've always been the sinking anchor
waiting for the full moon to cover up ahead.
Three years in your dirt bed,
Where have you gone?
I've been misled.

Dear Dad,
I haven't done this in forever, and I apologize for that
I simply feel to much pain to remember
and I can't figure out any poetics to cover
the heartbreak that you have caused.
Maybe some day I will, but I can't think I might
cause my words lack rhythm, just like my body lacks tact.

Dear Dad,
I hope you're proud, singing from above
a melody of angels
a melody of love
one for the ages, and one for the land
one for the ocean, and one so I can
sing along, and never feel out of place
so our fucked up family life
will never be the same.

Dear Dad,
The pain is the same, maybe I'm to blame,
but can people ever change?
I miss you too much, and lying on the grass
six feet above you
ringing ears like the ones around my eyes.
Lack of sleep = lack of tact
lack of simplicity under hood of their lies.
Why'd you have to go?
The wind calls out your name
but it doesn't sound the same
the pain remains and I'm pouring rain
to make your flowers grow.
Living cemetery, that's what you'll become
Flourished life,
of what once was, but now is gone.