I Killed My Dad And Got Away With It
A poem of Sorts.
I hate that you even put me in that position
But as you passed
I can only pray it was a peaceful transition.
Congestive Heart Failure is what you had
But it's not what killed you
What choice did I have?
I didn't have one actually
Not even a prayer
When that nurse called me.
"Your father is in a coma"
"His heart beat is irregular"
"If we're even able to stabilize it he won't come home the-
Normal man that he was before this."
I wanted to fight for you
I wanted to give it a shot
Take the chance they could bring you back to me
But that I could not.
For I remember the dozen times
You made me swear up and down
If ever you lay there like a vegetable
I had to promise I'd put you down.
I honestly never imagined that day would come
As I came to say my last goodbye
I looked down at your hand I held and I started to cry
Because tattooed on it in bold letters "DNR"
"Do Not Resuscitate"
Why God Why?
Why was that burden my choice to make...
Did you not question if I had the strength it would take?
I didn't.
I just could not break my promise to you.
It's been a few years now
I'm still mad at you.
People tell me not to feel guilty
But how can I not
What if you could have made it
If I'd have broke my word and given you a shot?
I'm still mad at you.
But I very much still miss you too.
Your Rosebud.
Your support means a lot, thank you!
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (1)
This was extremely heartfelt! Thank you for sharing 😞❤️