#599 On Death’s Dark Machete

Fate's marionette, you ambled blind
Through Life's dark byways - lost, unmoored.
With every hurt, you hurt in kind, 
Unthinking, Life has left you floored.
  Your eyes alit with Terror's blaze,
  Death's dark machete counts the days. 

(inspired by Paul Auster's father, and all the other traumatised, useless fathers out there)