My Dad


The pain passes by,
But I still want to cry.
I let it move through,
Yet it's still making me blue.
You could say
that I put the pain at bay.
But that would be a lie,
Since it makes me want to die.
Staying strong is the key,
And so is being me.
I won't relapse,
I'll try not to collapse.
The pain from his death,
Still lives on my breath.
It still feels wrong,
Even though it's been so long.
Cancer took him,
Made the light in his eyes dim.
Eventually he faded,
Because his body was raided.
Lukemia is an awful thing,
Because it thins the little string
That keeps you up and moving,
And it prevents it from improving.
Time was ticking away,
But God said that he couldn't stay.

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