For Dad
Grey Days
Pain.
The
only
thing I know.
The only thing that keeps
me feeling like I’m still alive.
Every day is a constant battle that I face.
The walls are closing in quickly,
all hope seems to fade.
The candle burnt out
mean-ing-less,
this life
this
test.
This test,
all of us,
we all must face it.
We all must embrace the challenge.
Latching onto pain,
because it,
feels like
some
thing.
I,
am
so cold.
I know not
where I am, or what
I am doing here, in this hell,
or how it got to
be this way.
I am,
alone,
again,
searching,
for the answer,
the key to my soul,
to unlock the secrets of my
life, and I know that,
only God,
can judge,
me,
now.
I,
do
recall
the day that
You almost left us,
on that crisp clear Sunday morning.
I wept for hours. I tried to piece it together,
I begged for you to come back to
us, and my prayers,
were answered.
You are
here
now
and I
still weep when
looking back upon,
that fateful day of love and pain.
I rejoice in your
presence and
I Love
You
still.