perception of perdition

through the desolate past,
those deprivations and inhibitions...
through your care and concern,
you've incited malice and repugnance

a child grew in that solitary shell,
oblivious to your intent,
yet suffering within,
an untold loneliness

you and your worldly possessions,
those misled ambitions,
through age, those wilted; rotten,
a child, he was forgotten

as he grew,
rejected by his peers,
scorned to others,
yet loved by you

that child,
once helpless and alone
now mature,
wings of radiant blue

his loneliness made him strong,
his feelings, intense; your son
unbound to love, unbound to you
his allegiance to you, untrue

now finally lucid,
had you left him for dead,
he chooses to leave you instead.

he looks up to you for example,
he looks up to you for guidance,
but all you've given him,
are ill-influenced and malignant

while you were chasing your ambitions,
while you were chasing your dreams,
he matured alone, never knowing his
always pondering his purpose

and now its been made clear,
even though your intentions were good,
the means to an end was crude,
he silently hated you

day by day you grew decadent,
with each passing trial you fade,
the growing spite in his heart,
he loathes you, for fate

you may not realize the things you do have implications on those around you. but know that for everything you do, there will be commitments to follow through. although you held me as a child, I now have nothing but ever-growing spite for you and that nonchalance. I am ashamed to be your son. Your attitude doesn't help.