I’ve never wrote a poem before,
but silence is the loudest scream I can’t ignore,
There’s a hole in my chest the size of the Grand Canyon,
Thoughts in my head my mind won’t abandon,
Why do this to yourself? Aren’t I enough?
The fact I care for you so much,
Put down the glass please, your body can’t take it,
Too much abuse from the poison you won’t quit,
Remember your son, too young with a good heart,
But not in the medical books which is why we apart.
Heart failure a failing in the blood but you know that already,
Please no more now you need to go steady,
What good is a grandad if his heart stops beating?
If you’re gone, what good is my heart when it’s broken not healing.