A Fathers Last Hope




A Fathers Last Hope




I have been broken so many times, It is only now that find the strength to climb out of this hole again. I struggle to find the bits that are left of my heart, my soul and my drive. Grasping onto threads that remain from a torn tapestry of my mind. Struggling with the concept of hope and lies. I fear I am getting much to old to continue this fight. Remembering when I was young and full of fire, now I stand on borrowed time and my children have become the fuel to keep my mind bright. I hope for a chance to give them what they deserver. Now is time I stand to fight. Hoping that I can maintain for another night. Whispers of ruin in my ear from those I thought on my side. Needles in my back slowly bleeding me dry. Leaving just enough for another days climb. My hands are tattered and torn my face becoming wrinkled and old. Slowly each tick of time robbing a dream of mine. All I wanted was to share the art in my soul with the world. In the hope that someone might find understanding in my work and maybe not feel so alone. I will paint and and share my honest thoughts. I will share my dreams, my art and my heart. A broken father, artist and poet. Fighting to find meaning in a world I have let go, a world fallen apart.



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Location: Farmerville, LA 71241, USA

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