Midas
Gold--
Everything else has ceased to matter,
To exist
In his eyes.
The damned metal has taken control
Of everything in sight:
Of our once beautiful home,
Of my body,
Of his mind.
Every day,
I watch him pace the halls
Through my golden eyes,
Locked in place.
I hear him laugh in pained episodes of madness
As he roams the halls
And tries to convince himself
That this is what he wanted.
He so desired infinite wealth,
And that is what he received.
His world turned to gold,
Granting his wish
But stealing away everything he loved
Like a thief in the night.
My father yet holds a place in my heart,
Reserved solely for a paternal love,
But there a fire also burns.
The flame, a shameful fury
For what he has done to me.
He condemned me to this hell,
Always aware,
Never able to intervene.
I can merely sit
And watch his madness unfold,
Watch as he does to himself
What he did to me.
I am now simply gold
That can think.
He is simply a man
Thinking only of gold.
My father,
The king,
The alchemist,
The madman.
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Seems to be about a gold miner ambitious father or even alluding to a materialistic world. Super freeverse style in great meter and rhythm. Liked reading it. Thumbs up.
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