Father's Fatality Poem by Chris Kril

The mysteries that were kept from us
The secrets that were lies
Never really entertained me
Until I almost died

From the grip around my shoulders
To the slip noose around my neck
I knew it was do or die
Or my family would be spent

The gold I have, is hidden
But it is of no use to me now
The house I built with my own two hands
Is now burning to the ground

I hear the echoes of my wife, telling me to come home
She doesn't even now that I'm trapped here, inside this rusted dome
I promised my daughter Sally, that I would come back
She squeezed my hand and sighed
And said "daddy please don't lie,
I want to see you again"

My son, John, is just like me
As painful as it is to say
I pray to God every night
That he will find his way

If it wasn't for the gambling man
Who is trapped inside my soul
Or the gruesome Goblin
Who made me pay that evil toll

But there's no point of excuses
The clock is ticking fast
It looks as if it was already over
With my body gone at last

I failed my job, as the family man
The plan I had was forged
The evils that were done to me
Will keep me forever torn.

But for now I leave you
With my final breath
I understand the feeling
That you find hard to comprehend

But you're not the only one
With this confusion in your head
But I need to let you now
That you too, will soon be dead.