Testertosterone

[Delta40]

How is it that you can test?
I think that, in the end
When you gaze at your empty hands
Which no longer holds my heart
You will have nought to show
For all the tests you have put us through

The daughters we had
to teach to skip so young
Each day through misty eyes
I watched how high
They would jump for you

We have done this for so long
On and on and on
In your face of sneering hate
And curling fist balls
Little girls yearning for loving words

They still need a father
To steer their chaotic lives
But they're alone
As your Testertosterone
Echoes from your armchair throne

From there you preside
Passing judgment upon us all

But none of us is there to care
To hear you so loud and proud
About how your tests of love work out
How they leave you in no uncertain doubt

That people really do leave you in the end

[jon1jt]

I sense a lot of anger and bitterness here, Delta, which I think could have been tempered some. I especially liked the end where I sensed the first sign of a turning away, the heart's first exhale:

About how your tests of love work out
How they leave you in no uncertain doubt

That people really do leave you in the end

[Delta40]

Thanks Jon. You may be right about being tempered some. I spent alot of time in restraint though. Now I just want to let it all hang out. I want to leak out everywhere.

[jon1jt]

Thanks Jon. You may be right about being tempered some. I spent alot of time in restraint though. Now I just want to let it all hang out. I want to leak out everywhere.

Leaking out everywhere could get messy. Better to wear your Huggies and leak on yourself. ;)

[Delta40]

Ha Ha! I was thinking of some surreal gooey substance oozing out from my aging, sagging skin as I sit in a catatonic state, trapped within, a prisoner of my own life experience, thinking I am free as I silently implode.

Huggies sound good though.

[jon1jt]

Ha Ha! I was thinking of some surreal gooey substance oozing out from my aging, sagging skin as I sit in a catatonic state, trapped within, a prisoner of my own life experience, thinking I am free as I silently implode.

Huggies sound good though.

:lol: That's why it's better to hold in that gooey substance and allow it to fester in our blood and bones as a way to liberate ourselves once and for all from our own life experience! :D

[Delta40]

or mix it with jelly and feed it to a toothless relative in a bid to bypass their life story...so this is how the legacy is passed around.....

thanks for your input in breaking down the pieces into grains