#cale is grieving

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smoke trails

The sacrificial flame burns high             The licks of orange and red flicker                          White marble, red flames mix, blend, liquify             What he has done is unadvised-                 (Treasonous perhaps)             But Cale watches-                              Hypnotized,                              Hopeful. If the offerings burned in the holy flames of the altar can reach Olympus itself-             Can they reach someone else?                          What about Cale’s mother?                          Could his letters reach her in Elysium?             He hopes so                          -so much that it would be his deepest desire.             The fire burns-                          And the smoke rises higher                          Gray flecks of ash float down                          But the smoke continues to rise                          Up and out of the temple.

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#41: Six sided die

from my mother-             i learned hope That no matter how bad it seemed, there was a way to cope “Don’t dwell on the past. Fight back, instead of giving up to mope”

from my mother-             i learned love Storge, a pure kind of love to be proud of Something different from Venus’s swans and doves

from my mother-             i learned regret The kind comes with memories you can never forget With dues unpaid and much left in an eternal debt

from my mother-             i learned rage The boiling waves cover him like a cage I’m not angry, not really, and the realization only comes with age  

from my mother-             i learned hate The world is cruel to take her away, was it destiny? Or fate? No matter what anyone says, its this loathing i will cultivate

from my mother-             i learned solitude There's only me now, and the loneliness leaves me subdued Father’s new family doesn't include me and i don't want to intrude

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#22: Should I tell you?

How do I tell you?            That you abandoned me           Our three is now your four                      And asking why seems like such a chore           You left me out alone and locked the door           Am I not your son anymore?           Once you had said that this family was all you adore           Now, I can’t help but think-                      it has always been me who you abhor How do I tell you?           That i don’t know you anymore.           When you walked away from me,                      I could feel that we were drifting apart           I still smile at you and call you ‘father’ still           I will laugh along and pretend to remember our moments                                                        -I will           But all I recall is that lonely chill How do i tell you?           Sometimes I wish I too had died           I watched from the sidelines as you had cried           Would you have cried if that had been me?                      If mother had survived the fire that night           Or are you just biding your time?           Until i am no longer a thorn in your side?           The temple will take me away, soon                      And you will not fight for my life.