Fortresses
My dad built a mansion on the ocean
Pilons sunk 300 feet for the foundation
Impregnable to storms from the Gulf
Undegreed, pronounces wash “warsh”
He made a life for himself
He’s proud of himself
And if I ever saw him
I’d tell him so myself
I built a different kind of fortress
I take care of patients
I work long into the night
I am the one who suffers
To make things better for others
If he saw me he would
Tell me to stop working so hard
My little girl cut herself
With a utility knife
Because of a grade on a test
And everything else.
There are no fortresses
Walls never last
The hurricane is coming
To knock everything down
I’m so sorry
Do you know I’m sorry
I thought I was doing my best
Mostly good and overall not bad
But your hash marked soft flesh
Oh my princess
My sweetheart
Where are you dad
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