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Shadows of Pain
Hollowed eyes and tortured soul  Spitting words that didn't flow  Forcing smiles that always faded  His memories fond, distorted and jaded Ups and downs, half smiles and frowns His mind was spinning round and round  A heart bigger than a sunrise sky  So numbed he left and didn't say goodbye  The darkness seized him, held him tight Squeezed so hard life became a fight  A fight to eat, a fight to breathe  Hatred flowed and emotions seethed  He never forgot and never forgave  The angst inside him dug his early grave Handsome groom, number one dad  The best friend I truly ever had  Woke up one day not feeling well Couldn't take this life in hell  Began his journey to what comes after Mom comes home, finds him hanging from a rafter  Terror sets in and shock takes over  In a blink of an eye their marriage was over  Two nightmarish calls, one to each daughter  Cries and screams like lambs at the slaughter  And so we march on, soldiers in a state of shock  Thinking it's him, every phone call and knock  Now, I hope, his tortured soul's at peace  But we, the survivors, are haunted with memories and grief  Does the cycle continue - depression and shame?  Will I follow my father through the shadows of pain?
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