I am giving a shout-out to a pretty cool dude in my poetry class.
Beyond the White Pine
I stare, forgotten things, not forgotten
In my mind, she dwells in a castle searching for,
Father, abandoner. But this pine consumes my will.
From this tower I have been trusted to guard, the pine
Covered in flakes of white mocks me. Beyond it lies
An ocean to travel, adventures to be had.
Through the depths of the world,
I travel, my adventure, misadventure.
The further I went past the pine, the more evil I find.
Realms in chaos, races at war, hate for people
No different than a mirror. For this I left my chickling,
To fend for herself, no education in malnature.
How can a world do foul be walled by a simple pine?
Into daughter's embrace,
I venture back, things forgotten, now remembered.
I should have never left my track, her heart broken,
For so long. I recall staring upon the pristine pine, losing
My fatherhood, leaving my home, for a world of disarray.
Gods bless the white pine, for remembering my path.
Responsibility is what my daughter always deserved.
The ends reach.
Written by: T. Lwanga Lord
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