Dear Father (1995) Poem by DM W

In dreams, I'm driving along endless roads
Of mangled red flesh and dry, sterile bone.
Driving along as the body decays:
O there is nothing left for me to say.

I regret the things I should have said.
I regret the things I could have been
In your eyes; just for you dear father
This is the cross that I have to bear.

Nightmares collide with cold reality.
Feelings I thought, had long since died, now seem
To flood back in waves of grief. How can we
Resolve the immense weight of the past. These
Intense, vivid dreams cannot help us move
Ahead, when one step forward is the truth:
That's all we've ever known. Life is precious,
Yet broken hearts are hand to mend in time.

I regret the things I should have said.
I regret the things I could have been
In your eyes; just for you dear father
This is the cross that I have to bear.,