Frustration coils your mind and skin, as absence takes control within. No fatherly anode to life, imbalanced to internal strife. In small proportions stage by stage, this builds to an enormous rage. At times to gloom the sunny sky, with angry clouds all asking why. Sporadic contact now and then, is sometimes needed amongst men. Some words about no matter what, they still do mean more than a lot. Yours went away although alive, but will the bond to you survive? Mine went away in fact to die, but still I sense the warm safe tie. I hope yours grow to understand, and holds on to at least one strand. I know for certain mine is gone, regardless am still his son. He left me after making sure, i am equipped to cure the sore. Whatever rage thus makes you do, regardless I’ll be here for you.