The Death Of My Father
Confusion takes over my brain.
I’m feeling a little bit insane.
What is the purpose of life?
Why do we even fight?
A hand reaches out from the grave.
Pulling me in and saying don’t be afraid.
Death has come to us all.
And no matter how hard you try,
you’re going to fall.
Falling down beneath the walls.
In the cracks you will crawl.
Trying to get away from it all.
And still you lie covered in gloom and
hatred for the world.
You try to scream but no ones there.
You are in the final stages.
A sudden pain shoots through your veins as
everything becomes clear.
You’re in a place you know not of.
You’re in a place far above.
You’re in a place were you feel no pain
and not everyone is the same,
and most of all you are in a place where
you will live in peace in God’s presence and grace.
Today is my father’s 8th year death anniversary. I just want to lem him know that eventhough he is no longer here on earth to guide us, he’s been and will always be in my heart and in my thoughts. In life, we love you so….In death we love you more… I love you so much Papa!
