poetomachia

Thank you for setting me straight
For showing me the path.

Thank you for pointing out my shortfalls
Thank you for lifting my fist
And wiping my face

I still enjoy your company
When you get lit
With truth

When I feel your falling
I come calling

I know just what to say
What you said to me when

You felt your words
Spelling themselves

In the forest
In the night
When your mom slept
And you dad wept
And the factory closed
And the crickets called you
Fool