From My Heart, With Heaven, To My Father Poem by Dark Cloud

The Beginning from the end
For my father I have chosen to start
The hurt that was then is now gone
Due to the power of the heart
Though back then it was immensely difficult
To live with such a theft
A vandal of infinite possibility
Such as halo’s master chief
The drugs he did were unspeakable
Leaving me, my mother and brother
Plunged into a deep darkness
Though still worried for him undercover
When young I had visions of my father
We’d play games and he’d comfort me
Though when it was I’d open my eyes
Only my silhouette would I see
The house such a quiet place now
In the stead of joy that use to be
What a long and terrible nightmare
When will my father set us free?
Inside his heart he wished to stop
That chaos and senseless destruction
Like a celestial being of rationality
Making abduction after abduction
Epic now his plight
Legendary must be his will!
Over such calamity he has manifested
To not make that final seal
He cocks the gun in his hand
The bullet chamber is pointed towards his head
For all practical purposes
My father believes that he should be dead
On a playground bench he asked himself quietly
Dee, what is it going to be?
You going to make this final commitment
Or to the light eventually see?
The fiends begin to close in!
Satan ready’s to abstract the funds
But then a voice from heaven asks my father
Why leave this for your sons?