Death,
is such a common thought in my mind,
a yearning for the pain of life to be over with,
I mean, what is left of me?
through my veins flow more chemicals of unnatural origin,
than any person should have to bear,
each new day I swallow more and mor pilss to help ease the pain and cure the
infection,
but no amount of pills can ever help ease the pain of what cancer has
already taken from me,
my father,
though he wasn’t even half of what a man should be, by any means,
he ws my father,
and as much as I try to escape it,
he will always be a part of me,
and as much as I try not to,
I constantly think of him as if I knew him,
as honorable as his intentions were,
don’t let them mask how dishonorable his actions were,
and therefore, I love him because he is my father,
but I can’t ever love him for what he was,
my kknowledge of most of his life is short,
and for thee majority I will always be partial,
but, I guess, that is for the best,
for I cannot blame my family for keeping me from the man of alcohol/abuse/
and all else that is indecent and self-indulgent,

I cannot blame him,

and thus I say,
“I love you Father, for all that you are!”

R.I.P.
(James “Lucky” Kranig)


 
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