My new world has just been revealed.
My heart,
ripped opened wide and exposed;
completely raw and incomplete now.
I try to breathe,
a grip engulfs me.
I cannot escape.
It is Pain.
Yes, I am still here,
but I am half gone.
I am now just a broken painting on a wall.
I hold no color, interest or excitement.
I do not run, jump or leap off the wall,
I am captured.
And I stay,
still;
waiting for someone to love me like you did Dad;
wanting someone to take my hand again to walk the road we both know;
but that same love will never come,
and the hand will grow cold.
The journey will not be relived,
and this canvas will be changed forever.
