There my Dad sits in his sorrow
He says son where are my smokes
As I take one from his robe pocket he
Whispers to me closely
Son
They took them away and told me
Only one or two a day I could have
so now my fingers
Are not as nicotined as they always were
But his soul is rotting here in this place
And sadly he stares out into space in deep
Lament wishing he could open up about
Us and why he left me as a boy so alone
Without his love strength and guidance
Just a boy I was
The nurse comes by to wipe the drool from his
Lips that lingers on the shallow look of his death
Mask so transfixed to a shell that is left of a
Man who was so vital and strong yet lost in
The abyss of darkness forever in despair
His shallow eyes have lost their shine
Leaving black holes and a void of
Wasted life of family ties so long ago
Awaiting now the death bell toll to take
Him to the other side of light
I weep as
I sit and watch and try to speak but words
Do not come easy for me and him for
just a man he is
Who now lives on the other side of sadness
Awaiting the grim reapers
Revenge to take him to unholy places and make
Him pay the price for repentance and sins
On earth and to his fellow man
Yet
There is hope as he slowly lifts his head and
looks at my face so deeply and pulls me close
And in a faint whisper in my ear he says
Son I’m sorry
Please forgive me for who I was and what I did to
You as he drifts into the nether world of uncertainty
And emptiness with a shallow smile
I weep again
And watch his final moments slip through the thin
Vale of death and the Mask unveils
just a man
As his spirit leaves and the room shines in lights
Of color
Dad slips into a coma and peacefully sheds
This life leaving behind a son who loved him
He departs in quietude and remembrance
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