I cave
A hopeless wretch
As bravery nears
Having conquered
The falling, fading day
Father
He spares few words
As his eyes trace my fear
Disheartened
And burdened with worry
My nerves draw chaos
In the rising fumes of despair
At the swell
Of the morrow’s hatred
Foreseen within, his tired eyes
Father knows
What awaits his feeble son
Fully aware of the carnage
That lingers, quietly simmering
But all questions fade
In the aft of my mind
Dispersed by the fear
He once carried, long ago
“I am afraid”
Would come to pass
In a sudden surge of valor
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