I've seen the way people treat him:
With mild disregard.
How can I settle for that
After the last
commanded the scene
and demanded recognition,
service.
He's the wimpy kind -
the kind that waddles thru life,
quickly removing himself from the paths
of strangers,
passers-by;
but with this blind defiance
that suffocates the air around him
leaving a stench trail for the ones in his wake
to ingest, inhale.
An inherent momma's boy. She clothes and feeds him,
provides transportation, advice, time;
A father, absently interested, at best.
When the last lover was an orphan.
Parents committed suicide.
Grew up tough,
strong, alone.
Raising two boys, all on his own. Mature, unkind.
A wealth of hate, a resource of love.
Both have a backbone;
that's seemingly out-of-the-question.
Tender is one, sensitive the other. Tender is more rare.
s./j. goldner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/different-paths-of-aggression-the/
