Father

I could pour my blood into a cup,
Just to try to save you.
My tears I know won’t save you,
you’re years beyond me, I could not have helped to revive your youth.

If there was only an answer…..

In peaceful agony you hide your suffering,
through shadows you try to remain invisible,
you know that everything is starting to take a toll on you.

I find myself desperately reaching out for you
Even though you’re becoming a ghostly statue under
the merciless death gaze of Medusa.
The rain doesn’t stop……… Nor does this winter of screaming
sonatas that once kept a part of me alive is now dying.

As what a puppet would feel,
the strings being pulled tighter like a noose
round my neck. Jerking me to reality to stop
ignoring the adversity you face.

Death is stealing you from me,
every moment, seconds, days and months
are being cut short by the seams of fate.