Take A Good Look Inside My Chest

Take a good look inside my chest,
a place where a beating heart should be,
except you will find the opposite,
a freezing hollow place almost incapable of
feeling anything anymore.

Two weeks ago my father passed away,
awaiting that moment where it truly hits me;
that he will never walk through that door again,
where I'll never hear him snoring down the hall,
the earth shattering moment i finally realize hes
gone and never coming back.

All I seem to hear is " I'm sorry," or
" I feel so bad for you," from people I rarely talk to,
I don't get why they really think that helps?
My father is gone and nothing will change that,
even though I'd do anything in this world to have him back.

So take a good look inside my chest,
you won't see anything beating,
the moment I found out he passed away,
the day I saw him laying there lifeless,
every ounce of love, of emotion left with him
the last time I said i love you & goodbye.

--just a venting poem---