Are we just puppets
in your game of life,
using money as the strings?
Are we accessories,
trophies of your conquests?
Your failures?
I just want you to care.
I yearn for the fatherly love
that you have seemingly buried.
The fatherly love another child gets now.
Did you think it would help me?
Help us not care when you left?
You were my safety.
I always sat with you on rollercoasters
because I thought if I fell out,
you would save me.
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Anthology of Eleos 