Feet of Clay

By Elvira

My hero.
Father – ever strong, supportive
disintegrated before my eyes.
Heart broken —
not so much for the hate of her.

Sitting pretty. ‘Tis a pity
you were silent.
Now, I love. But Don’t trust
You were my God
How Idols break!!

No one to protect, No one to trust
the void is great
Born alone
Die alone.

August 2016

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