He was a beautiful man
Harsh
Cruel at times
Separate
He doled it out
We lived it
Absent
But so beautiful

I adored him
Loved him
Hated him
Feared him
Needed him
Revered and respected him

I can see
Now from a distance
He was lost
Afraid
Angry
Terrified more like it

But you would never know it
To see his stature
His confidence
His arrogance
His certainty
Direction

Ruled with an iron hand
Stony heart
Maybe he was pretend
Maybe he was hollow
Maybe he was broken
His conscience wounded
Unable to grasp
Unable to feel

Pitiable now
Not the giant who once loomed
Nor the terror
Just contrite
Soft
Full of regret
And oh so beautiful

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