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Adverse · 07-04-2020, 04:39 AM

The Man Who Hung The Stars

I used to think that you hung the stars
From the gigantic ladder in the garage, feet planted on the highest bar
I thought you changed the light on the sun, replaced flickerin bulbs
You always had a way to keep us warm when the winters were cold
You were my superhero, without the cape and the gloves
When you'd throw a football in the air I feared you'd hit the planes up above
You worked tirelessly to put food in the stomachs of my brothers and me
Friday nights, you seemingly always summed up the week
With a case of Budweiser n that Matchbox 20 CD
Watching you stumble reciting the lyrics drunkenly was funny to me
Maybe I should've read between the physical lines that the author depicts
Should've dug deeper into the holes in the drywall you carved with your fists
Mom was chasing a high, but you forced a toxic relationship and stayed just for us
I can't even begin to tell you how amazing that was..

I'm staring in the mirror at a broken man, misty eyed and twenty five
Wishing he was half of, no wishing he was a FRACTION of that guy
If I could I'd give my life twice to repay your sacrifice
I'd happily abide, but it seems like I'm only taking backwards strides
You spent two decades in life's prison cell, probably memorized the cracks in the ceiling
As the days would fly past, you saw your chances receding
Until you saw that light breaking through those walls, your answer, a beacon!
But now only five years removed from your salvation, you're going through cancer treatments
And where am I? The son you gave up so much to selflessly raise?
Thousands of miles between us, the borders of half a dozen states
Not a dollar in my pocket, and not an alternate way to pay my debt
There's no excuse for it, no apology good enough, better off to save my breath
Can't give you a microcosm of the warmth you gave me to save me from the damning cold
As you go through surgeries, chemo, and radiation without a hand to hold
You gave me everything, planets, galaxies not one was too far
And I...am not even worthy to clean the moon dust off the boots of the man who hung the stars..

I'm Sorry, Dad.

07-04-2020, 04:39 AM	#4
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,739 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446142	*The Man Who Hung The Stars* I used to think that you hung the stars From the gigantic ladder in the garage, feet planted on the highest bar I thought you changed the light on the sun, replaced flickerin bulbs You always had a way to keep us warm when the winters were cold You were my superhero, without the cape and the gloves When you'd throw a football in the air I feared you'd hit the planes up above You worked tirelessly to put food in the stomachs of my brothers and me Friday nights, you seemingly always summed up the week With a case of Budweiser n that Matchbox 20 CD Watching you stumble reciting the lyrics drunkenly was funny to me Maybe I should've read between the physical lines that the author depicts Should've dug deeper into the holes in the drywall you carved with your fists Mom was chasing a high, but you forced a toxic relationship and stayed just for us I can't even begin to tell you how amazing that was.. I'm staring in the mirror at a broken man, misty eyed and twenty five Wishing he was half of, no wishing he was a FRACTION of that guy If I could I'd give my life twice to repay your sacrifice I'd happily abide, but it seems like I'm only taking backwards strides You spent two decades in life's prison cell, probably memorized the cracks in the ceiling As the days would fly past, you saw your chances receding Until you saw that light breaking through those walls, your answer, a beacon! But now only five years removed from your salvation, you're going through cancer treatments And where am I? The son you gave up so much to selflessly raise? Thousands of miles between us, the borders of half a dozen states Not a dollar in my pocket, and not an alternate way to pay my debt There's no excuse for it, no apology good enough, better off to save my breath Can't give you a microcosm of the warmth you gave me to save me from the damning cold As you go through surgeries, chemo, and radiation without a hand to hold You gave me everything, planets, galaxies not one was too far And I...am not even worthy to clean the moon dust off the boots of the man who hung the stars.. I'm Sorry, Dad.