Dad

Dirt and grass shield mother’s bones
But you’re the one I miss the most
That day of which we do not speak
Lost her to God and you to grief
Since than your heart you did persuade
To just let go and end your pain
You stayed there in your broken shell
And died inside your man made hell
Ignored the one who loved you most
To stroll around, a living ghost
I hope you’re happy being free
I hope you’re happy rid of me…

Hurts more to lose what you still see,
Than crave the things which cannot be.