Your Death

It ripples through my busy mind that you have passed.

A daughter and three sons lost their father,

Your only daughter never really had you. I didn't lose you that day, I

lost you in the earlier years of my life.

Your death only made me mad, strengthening the anger boiled inside

my young and kind mind.

My dreams shattered.

My dreams to meet you were ruined by your death.

I'm not sad due to how you died, I knew what was coming for you.

Your sons knew you personally, but still never had you.

No one really had you.

But the one thing that had you was alcohol and it had a choke hold on

you.

So no your death didn't hurt me like you think,

Your death makes my blood boil, rippling through my dark, corrupted

mind.