Moral Padlocked Cage

"I think you know why I'm Home, I'm sorry but daddy died"

The words that haunt me 3 years later.

The small sentence that crushed my world
A 12 year olds home,
gone in a flash
Her father, he was sick
His lungs were polluted
Cystic Fibrosis, his killer
My killer
OUR killer

Never will I be the same again
Too many cliche's describe how i feel

Your memory is tainted
With a mothers resentment and injustice
It was complicated
you argued and fought

Every time i speak of you
She makes me feel guilty and wrong

Is it incorrect for a girl to miss her father?

She's moved on, new husband... new hope

And I'm still here
Living for my father
No friends, no family, no love

Why do I bother?
Sometimes i think of terminating

But i know i should not waste,
the gift given to me
My life, my lungs
The things you need

So i stay in this prison
My Moral Padlocked cage
and dream of you, my daddy

At peace with the angels