Death Stole My Dad

At the breaking of the new dawn Where the hopeful golden glow melts the dew A sleepy world awakens to the brightened new dawn of life But at the striking of that aged light Where the anguished reddened heat squanders dew I die a thousand deaths Knowing that tomorrow I will die a thousand more And every day thereafter as the sands of my hour glass quickly trickle with each sighing breath A path once known now wisps of smoke A path once comforted by the soft colours of a palette of petals Now shrouded in jagged sculptures of flesh and blood and soul A path upon which defiant footprints once spoke loudly of living Now a path imprinted with the silent screams of a ragged form, noosed And brutally dragged in death’s merciless dark wake A spirit once free Now sentenced and shackled to the imperceptible chains of pain Hands still young now wrinkled with the hauntings of death’s cold pallor Arms once strong now weakened at the remembrance of the weight of the lost And a face unrecognisable masked by raging war Mirroring an imploding core The day’s heat savages the charred flesh stretched over decrepit bones The hollow cavity where a heart once beat humming the melancholy call for the pieces of its once whole inhabitant A yearning soul’s agonising pleas falling on deaf ears In frantic search of the fast fading, scarred scattered remains Of what once was And what will never again be And as the day breathes its final breath and the orange glow begins to sink, a silky cloak with glistening jewels envelopes the world in peace But with the rise of the cause of the pained wolf howl The shadow of the demonic orb of devastation descends Its arms outstretched, spreading suffocation Its spindly blood drenched fingers piercing that empty hollow where a heart once beat And as my broken barely human form turns, collapsing to my knees into fading air, where familiar loving arms once stood tall Now unjustly only dust in the pine box cradled between my palms The fires of my hell encircle me And falling ashes rain upon me as the heavens mourn you falling asleep Another of death’s cruelly stolen souls Wrenched from my fingertips-abandoning me forever And the dawn of realisation opens its jaws and revels in the manic scream that escapes me-the echoes of my tortured soul A soul who must remain And there I die a thousand deaths Knowing that tomorrow I will die a thousand more And every night thereafter as the sands of my hour glass quickly trickle with each sighing breath