Brilliant failed old man sons young man tells him he's clever but the child... Why bother if genius didn't help his hero failure and disappointment ultimate destroyers of families of respect of self- respect His work in graduate school lands him promising job that disappoints with its soullessness even at top of his game he couldn't who was he kidding, right You've got all the givens, they said his old woman over and over again, but the givens hadn't done squat for old man and hadn't done anything for him quite the opposite Disappointment follows hope follows disappointment follows same dirt road to hell that old man and his old man went down over and over again Every pebble sparkles, paved with good intentions and such love love of fairytale aspirations but they cut and tear his feet and he's ready to reach... The jagged rocks lacerate their soles but they keep on like broken Terminators from old man's favorite Schwarzenegger movie pushing forward until their feet wear down to bones break off, followed by their shattered ankles, shins, knees they crawl onward destroyed unable to stop because of young... To instill hope in children who watch their old men fail and fall, one after the next after a certain point, he merely wants to keep his misery at bay, to die not entirely destroyed by... Lives reformatted and reedited like Microsoft Word documents on shared network drives results of many monkeys' screeches hundreds of monkeys at laptops clacking away until banana time arrives and old man tells him to brush his teeth before bedtime Screw the miserable givens, without which he could have avoided blasted expectations that tore holes through his spirit left spirits frustrated long after... What a way to go; but really why not keep muck contained sloshing inside until his old man's body decomposes
d’Verse poetics prompt: Fractals
This free verse poem was written in response to today’s d’Verse poetics prompt.
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