Reject It

People say Heaven
Like it's suppose to comfort me
They say God needed
Him home, like I didn't need him here
They say, It's all
Part of God's plan, like my plans
Weren't good enough
34 years old and I lost my father
I hide my pain with
A smile, drown my shame in tears
While deep down inside,
My soul is aching while my mind is
you see, when
You say Heaven, I get a clear image
Of a beautiful paradise
Where my dad can walk again, where
My dad is pain free
Because if heaven exist, noone deserves
It more then my dad
But then I get angry, my fist ball up
My vision blurs
Something deep inside me stirs
and I hate it
I get angry because
Your there and I'm here and it's been a
Whole year and I still
Can't see clear, maybe another year and
I won't drown in
These tears, I get angry, because I had
Plans, because
I needed you, I try to cope but I'm
Just losing hope
I want to march
Up to heaven and
Burn it down for taking my father
One less chair at Thanksgiving
And I'm suppose to smile and accept it
But all my mind can do
Is reject it
Written by Gorewhore197666 (Brad Case)
Author's Note
May 1st 2020, the day hope died. I lost my father after a long battle with infections. To this day, my mind still canít accept it.
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