It went all in A haze.
A little argument and then-
your dissapearing gaze.
Life is not fair.
You are gone and no longer there.
Death for humans is destructive,
It's not A metaphoric symbol for 'growth.'
It's no change, it's the dark and bitter end.
I won't be A whole person anymore- ever since you're death.
I will probably never overcome.
How you have been gone.
Fighting like A lion-
for his family and to survive
But it was such A vain strife.
You where only 59 and went on,
from day to day, such loving care towards
your three kids.
It's been only 2012, such A desastrous period.
I have never overcome.
Tears still flood my eyes.
Everytime I think off how you where.
You could have saved me, from destruction and pain.
But you are no longer there-
How can society even think I should no longer care?
My papa was such A hero off A man.
All souls night is this time off the year
where I wish he could be physically near.
...