I am tired Lord Daddy

My mind a raging hell

Blood and parts pieces

Clutter up my mind

I can hear whistling

Of lung air escaping

CPR no chest to compress

I taste his blood

Why will it not go away

Why has it come to stay

I am tired

So very tired

I wrote a letter to my Dad

But think about never had

One that did run away

Will I have strength to stay

I want it to be quiet

For my mind to go away

I rest in You Daddy Lord

But it doesn’t go away

Maybe it will never go away

Maybe it has come to stay

What round is it today

Punch drunk another day

I wrote a letter to Dad today