An Interrupted Life

Breathe in. Stop.

It hits in that moment between inhale and release.

A single emotion escapes my eye and begins to drop.

My father died. Life hits a cease.

My father died.

The words seem surreal.

Yet this is reality, from it I cannot hide.

My father died. How do I begin to heal?

Every breathe I take stabs into my heart.

Knowing he took his last.

Breathe in. Stop. It's tearing me apart.

My mind keeps flowing to moments in the past.

I try to recapture the warmth of his embrace.

I try to cling to the last words I heard him say.

My father died. I hate being in this fucking place.

My father died. But I needed him to stay.

Breathe in. Stop. Every moment in between is hell.

My father died. I'm not alright.

Sorrow screams as in darkness I dwell.

He was supposed to fight.

My father died. This can't be true.

The more I repeat it, the more I feel.

My father died. There is nothing I can do.

Breathe in. Stop. This can't be real.

Breath in. Stop. I will never be the same.

My father died.

My soul screams his name.

My father died... in the darkness alone I cried.

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