R.I.P daddy

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    R.I.P daddy

    As i'm sitting in a hospital .
    tired.
    the smell of disenfectent and despair.
    as i sit there holding your almost lifeless hand
    i weep for i am only human.
    seeing the life leaving your body
    killing me.
    knowing the minute you fell asleep
    you were all ready gone
    coming back to see the house you once lived in
    your body cold and life-less.
    your not here
    you
    are
    gone
    now when i think of you i think of are the happy times
    many of them
    are
    silly
    when i shut my eyes i see you
    if this were to stay i could sleep forever
    knowing i will never feel you warm embrace,
    your hand upon my forehead
    the feeling of your hand in mine
    well what can i say?
    im deprived.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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