Chapter Self Portrait
The lonely man arose
To an emptiness deep inside
Within his walls it grows
This desire he can not hide
To his canvas he now goes
To paint the last of its kind
A painting that tells a tale
of a man whose seen it all
reflections of my past
now hang upon my wall
I close my eyes to see
and reflect upon the past
What shall this painting be
My time has come at last
to open myself to me
and paint this shadow that I cast
Reflect upon a memory
I see a lonely, distant mother
I see a confused distant child
who once hated his own color
To young was I to leave
and the truth of it quite sad
about a father I did not know
and two brothers I never had
Through my tears I did grow
to hate the man I called Dad
Out on my own at eighteen
Still wanting to be part of the crowd
Still wanting the approval of my mother
Still wanting to make my father proud
Acceptance finally shows
in an unexpected way
A relation starts to grow
then my father passed away
To my canvas he now goes
He's with me everyday
I married out of love
Separated much the same
Two people grew apart
with each of us to blame
She had been my best friend
and at time my worst enemy
In my heart I could not send
the compassion and sincerity
Now she's gone forever
Forever gone, a part of me
Once in a profession
that justified violence and misery
I'm not so sure now
if that's the kind of man I want to be
Fighting in a war
I never claimed to understand
Handing down orders
soldiers dying in my command
Their names never forgotten
lives lost in the sand
On my canvas they shall be
from my brush to my memory
I open my eyes to see
The portrait painted is me
I don't like what I've become
left only to ask myself how
and take a long hard look
at the man I am Now!