Forefather

I was staring into your meager eyes, As you were glaring into the violent skies. Helplessly, you took your last breath, Ignorant that you were on the brink of death. And in that moment accursed, You lay with your spirit burst, Taken by the visiting angel, As you left us in fear, shaken. We felt forsaken, heartbroken and forever awaken. I still remember that day, Seeing the life in you just slip away. Today, as the clock struck six thirty, I struggle to write a poem so wordy, I feel dirty, and a ashamed, That we can live a life not free of pain. And as you slowly disappeared into the grave, I stood restless, feeling nothing to save. Forefather, I was the last to walk away From where you were lain and will forever remain, And I prayed you will walk forever free of pain. R.I.P.