Violent sobs mark heavy shock of devastation
presented all too unreal.
Forsaken by your dying breath
and left to myself within dark confines
of delusional denial to slowly decompose,
numb and unopposed.
by the empty weight
of heartache that now
occupies your ever-present
Tears are replaced
only by years
as the passage of time offers little more
than consolation’s contradiction
bleaching precious memories.
disintegrates upon my mind’s silver screen
like dying candle light clinging to a spent wick;
leaving only echoes of darkness...
Angry and abandoned, I am your only lasting legacy...
The final standing heir to tragedy.
A grieving piece. I was feeling angry and sad about the death of my father and exercised those feelings by way of writing... Free verse style.
Grief, mourning, free verse, dad