I'm stuck in the middle.
In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of.
A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.
I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.
I only wish I could be of use.
Of use to help bring peace and end this war.
A war between a son and his father.
I envy her who can get away.
She can leave and not get caught in the fray.
I wish I wasn't caught in the middle.
It only makes me feel more little.
Too little to do something good.
Too little to bring peace like I thought I would.
When does it end?
When does the relationship start to mend?
The relationship between father and son shouldn't involve verbal hurts
and curseful words.
There should be a bond and love for one another.
But all i see is hatred and cruelty to each other.
I only pray that one day I might escape.
That maybe in my absence,
Healing might commence.
However for now I'm caught in the middle,
Of this unending father-son rival.