Dark was the night when he left me.
The tears welled up, saw a generation of trials passing away.
I saw the tears of my father, the man who never cried
My father the person who fought death at it’s most extreme.
Who was there to heal my lacerated soul, nobody.
What was there providing the balm on my parched conscience.
I slithered like a snake wounded by the dart of guilt
Probably I failed him when I should have succored.
Death was an escape into the enchanted lands.
Lands where there would be no pain for you,
Lands where you would visit me in my dreams
Do come back for I do miss you; how will you come back?
I ask the creator who asked me to climb this mountain of sorrow.
What was the crime that flowed through his marrow?
Send my father back will you, do send him back I beg you.
Father come back for I wait for you. Come back in any shape or form.
Do come back for I remember you. Recitation would not bring you I know.
My own self today seeks back a father I could not save.
Why this Agony, why this sorrow. Who will bless me in my tomorrow?
My heart cries and would cry for forever
For the wound I have will remain as ever
The crimes of his own blood I have not forgotten
Revenge is not right, they say I tell them revenge and vengeance
Are not my creation, these were emotions created by the creator.
The day a word rang in my ears, shattering the visage, tormenting the veneer, gave the cold sneer a blow smashing its esteem.
I broke down clutching the fragments of my shattered soul, clutched my torment writhed in pain, swallowed my soul.
Yes! I cursed, I cursed with a hatred I knew not existed calling the forces to avenge a wrong.