A Father’s Sorrow

A Father's Sorrow

In the morning of the night I looked to the

light to find what was right, but all I found

was left being deft in the night.

I was not contrite with this inner fight as I

lied attempting to sleep but was slight. The

night’s fight was ripe with spite as I was lost

in the middle of my left and right.

The line of site is veiled with obligatory

inquiries of yin or yang or black or white.

Should I disinvite the blight within to settle

the fight of left and right? Or make haste of

left even though it’s not right.

But the left was and is deft and is pulling

the weight tonight. The right is though,

right…but should I be left?

I have to be forthright as a knight by being

right but being left I am bereft in my plight.

Even now I write to find my right but can’t

change the left.

Having left….could I ever be right?