The Blackness

The blackness overwhelms

Even the smallest butterfly.

Nothing else in the world can be

Seen
Touched

Or Heard.

Colors disappear.

Importance changes.

Life is not the same.

Nothing will ever be the same

Without his voice, his laughter, and guidance.

Broken hearted

Alone.

Filled with a blackness that has no words.

No comfort.

Now way to soothe.

Only time can mend this wound

that has shattered my world.

That Day

The world stopped

The day you died.

My heart got lost in my love.

I am alone. 

The phone doesn't ring.

I keep looking for it to read "Dad".

I want to hear your voice just one last time.

But instead I'm filled with silence and emptiness. 

A hollow feeling of despair.

Who am I if I'm not my father's daughter?

How do I continue without your fatherly advice?

Without your love?

Nothing feels the same.

Blackness fills the air over

Every birth

Every marriage

Every celebration.

I grab hold of the memories.

Of the laughter and of hope. 

Dad without you I am not whole

I feel deeply wounded, weak

And everything goes black, numb 

Without you by my side.

Help me poppy.