Retribution of an absent father

Mind and manners expelled the common-laws
too many have suffered his ruthless prevailing clause
But then he walked out on his family
relentless to the soaring possibilty
that this is seed for a fruitful life of misery

He rethinks his purpose but not man enough to face them
shame!!.....rotted in the crevices of his conscience
Curling in a fetal position which served as an emblem
for his ,once, well awaited return
budding comfort...which diminishes as fast as lightening
nothing averts the self-inflicted hurts

inescapable of his past
this lesson he suffers to learn

Tears trickled from the wrinkled contours of his aged eyes
each drop emanating the stench of regret
that lingered since the day he left
a stench which haunts and disturbs his peace
as if... convicted of theft

neglected six boys, three girls and a wife
almost led the woman to use the knife
took a new woman into his life
bearly comprehensive of her identity and her face the pinnacle of vanity
Cursed the hands that fed him
and scourned his bouncing offspring

then walked out
all poisonous fruits of his insanity

now no proper job he keeps
and struggles painfully to heal the flesh deep wounds
by inviting souls of confused identity to share his bed

you see... these wounds transformed to lacerations of disgust and self pity
for these reflected images of his first Be-wed

time passes........
on this bed he lay
the contours on his face deepened
his day as dark as night
future blurred but past bright
this father hopes to find his way...