The worst day 

I wrote this a few hours after going to the morgue to identify my fathers body. I will never forget how he looked. I will never forget how it felt to stand in that room with bile rising in my throat whilst answering inane questions. 
I will never forget the hero that Mike was that day. He was my pillar of strength where I only felt darkness. 

Swollen eyes, 

purple rimmed. 

Numb. Cold. Unfeeling. 

Hollow, no pulse. 

Heart in my throat, still. 

Like yours. 

Not beating. 

The silence that deafens. 

Your ears. 

Not hearing. 

Eyes closed against grief. 

Yours. 

Unseeing. 

The touch that holds me as I crumble. 

Your love. 

Eternal. 
I miss you Daddy. 
Zx 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “The worst day 

Add yours

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: