He's taken my father
to be with him now
while I'm stuck here on Earth
pacing through this Hell
Why did have to be him?
Why did I have to stay?
He changed lives
and I can't even pray
My thoughts are scrambled
I dare not utter a word
What if no one listens
or I am labeled absurd?
So for now I will sit
and scream and cry inside
while remaining my composure
hoping someday soon I'll be by your side
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
PoetryThis section was written less than a month after my dad passed away.
