My lyric poems–are a type of abstract art;
Those abstracts that come from the heart.
My words are subject to your point of view;
What I paint as blue, to you–a darker hue.
Does it matter, that I’m your Father, Brother:
May I sway you to go one way, not the other?
Have I become, that inaudible voice that you hear,
Unlike the wind noise in your brain, that you fear?
As you turn away, anyway–I must also resign to you,
For you were already gone–and on your way, too!
By: ElRoy © 2019
My Perspective
