My Guilt And Me

This poem is like a conversation that my guilt had with me when my father died of cancer last year. starting off with me.

I can't believe he's gone,
And I'm listening to our song,
Hoping it won't be long,
Before I see him again....
But you killed him!

No no, it was fate,
That Daddy died this date,
It was nobody's fault or mistake,
Yes, Daddy is dead,
But the cancer... ... it killed him.

But what then caused this to be,
Poor soul, cannot you see,
I'm sure everyone here would agree,
You stressed him most,
So you killed him!

Twas you who could make him cry,
You he yelled at every night,
For goodness sake dry your eyes,
Accept it's your fault,
I killed him?

Yes of course it was you,
How could anything else be true!?
But there is nothing you can do,
What do you mean?
It's too late, you killed him

(Guilt goes away)

Oh my gosh.. ...I, I can't believe,
No wonder I feel so utterly guilty,
Please guilt, fill all of me,
For it is true, now I see,
My Daddy, I have killed him.