Father of Solitude

Father of solitude locked inside your room
I am thrashing, head is bashing against cracked walls
Tearing open skin and hairline; cracking skull, leaking brains
To hear my name, a horrid scream, attention that I seek
Do you see the painted seeds in a planter made of brick
Last year-home alone-my mouth came down but it didn’t chip
The tooth snapped and nerves unveiled, frozen in still air
Mended by a dentist but trauma was still there
He drilled inside my mouth while you were asleep at your work
Your boss called twice yesterday but you missed them both
Now your in a cell with a closet full of bullets
And a gun whose type I still cannot recall
I plead to you with everything flowing eyes and scratched veins
Because the pain is physical and not inside my brain
Father come out don’t let me hear the sound
But any other’s good sound, a scream or a pound
Don’t let me hear the thunder of a roar inside your room
The only sound I recognize as doom