So Many Fools

Is there
 No such thing
 As friendship?
 Is it possible
 Not to slip
 Past the point of genial
 With a quip
 Implying something more?
 This is what the young girl wonders
 As her heartbeat races
 Thunders
 Trying to drown out the grotesque
 Blunders
 Of a man at war
 With the fact that he could be
 Her father
 Twice over
 And she
 A lady of sound mind and body
 Was not meant for fools as he
 Must a man be so unthinking?
 When he sees his ship is sinking
 Will he always try to grasp the
 Wing of one
 Who still can fly?
 This is what the young girl ponders
 As she does
 Her vision wanders
 Trying not to notice how much
 Fonder looks the old man's eye
 Down upon her form
 And face
 Believing she might like the chase
 But knowing still
 That he has no place
 As he shows his true disgrace
 Will my life be like this ever?
 Must I laugh
 And call them clever
 Or else fight
 And scratch
 And claw
 In fury
 At so many fools?
 This is what the young girl muses
 As she battles shame
 And loses
 Leaving nothing
 But so many
 Bruises
 Made by unseen tools
 Wielded by a strengthless hand
 Which could not hope to understand
 How quickly it kills
 Though unplanned,
 Turning spirit into sand