Holocaust of Love
My father,
Absent Dragon
I can only for a start
Give you an empty Heart.
Old, yet child-like
Your hands tremble
Like a leaf
On the wire of life
You are a part
Of my map to the stars.
Your vulnerability
Sometimes half-fills
My Heart.
Your cynicism empties it
Just as fast.
Holocaust of Love.
poem by Colleen Kathryn Metcalfe
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