Happy Birthday Dad

Today would have been my dad's birthday had he not died when I was a kid. So, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote after having a dream about him one night a few years ago.

Gone

I ask him where he's going, this dark and dismal night,

With skin as pale as snow, eyes wide through fear and fright,

But onward, onward he does march, dark clouds are all around,

The smoldering black, the choking mists, absorbing every sound.

For minutes, hours, days, and years, the darkness carries on,

I can no longer see him and ask "Where have you gone?"

But once again the sound's not there,

I cry and choke back on a tear,

I will not, dare not, show my fear,

That all that I have held so dear,

Finally has gone.