Portrait

A portrait standing stitched

Hanging covered in soot

A relic from my past

Staring down at me

Like a parenting hawk

Perched above its nest

Its eyes scanning the distance

Emotionless from ages

Crumpled in dried dust

Hiding his once loud smile

Now distorted in texture

Like an aging cobweb

Standing on my wall

Unconcerned with my presence

Evoking in me emotions

Of his sonorous laughter

Now buried in old smoke

A portrait from my past

Still seated on my walls

Like an aging noose

Entangling our paths