Who’ll Fall? a/k/a Losing Balance

Death has got a grip on me.
Everything that surrounds me is my father,
Like the asphyxiating air in this room.
Overthrown and saddened
By the news that has just blown through in the morning.
You will be missed.
I’ll just be gone.
And time will move forward for the rest of you
Like any other day.
I want to hate him
But saw my father in his dead eyes.

JHONN you are sorely missed,
And honored in ways you never saw coming.
Like that floor to your head.
Recoiling in horror
As if it were just another of your brilliant manifestos.
Here come those brightly lit dark days.

And I wish myself away…

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