in my mind

in my mind
there is a father
and a son

in my mind
a father scathes and scorns,
doubts and reckons,
disputes and reconciles,

with a son that
pleads and needs,
tears and trembles,
cowers and craves

the petaled words of
a father that looks to
survive; petaled words

that if said too much
that if said too little

will keep no mind alive

"Be happy, my son."

Son? Am I my own
Father? Am I my own
Son? Am I my own
Father? Am I my own
Son?

"Be happy, my son."